Archive for September 8th, 2004:
Here’s to the good life or so they say
All those parties and games that all those people play
They tell me this is the place to be
All these beautiful people and nothin’ to see
Sometimes I feel like something is gone here
Something is wrong here, I don’t belong here
Sometimes I feel like a stranger in town
And I’ve lost what I found, it’ll all turn around
On the other side of a coin
There’s a face there’s a memory somewhere that I can’t erase
And there’s a place that I find someday
But sometimes I feel like it’s slippin’ away
Sometimes I feel like something is gone here
Something is wrong here, I don’t belong here
Sometimes I feel like a stranger in town
And I’ve lost what I found, it’ll all turn around
Some things are lost some left behind
Some things are better left for someone else to find
Maybe in time I can finally see
I just wonder, wonder if you think about me
Sometimes I feel like something is gone here
Something is wrong here, I don’t belong here
Sometimes I feel like a stranger in town
And I’ve lost what I found, it’ll all turn around
and remember, Life in the City ain’t pretty