Went into town to find myself some lonely
But I found myself out on my own again
Well the last call came and went
The money quickly spent
Lawman caught my scent and drug me in

Said if you're goin' down to ease your mind
You won't get my pity
Better find the time to make your move
Baby, move, baby, out of the city

Back in the race to find their place in the city
Tearin' down these walls to pack 'em in
All this time we spend
Tryin' to pretend
Nothings wrong, nothin' at all again

The streets are not the same
The kids are smokin' cane
Tell me what this world is coming to

©1992 Music and lyrics by Michael Pieper