City Looks Pretty

The city looks pretty when you been indoors

For 23 days I've ignored all your phone calls

And everyone's waiting when you get back home

They don't know where you been, why you gone so long

Friends treat you like a stranger and

Strangers treat you like their best friend, oh well

Spare a thought for the ones that came before

All in a daze bending backwards to reach your goal

Sometimes I get sad

It's not all that bad

One day, maybe never

I'll come around

The city takes pity on your injured soul

And heavenly prose ain't enough good to fill that hole

Everyone's soaked in animosity

It's vicious in winter, you never say what you mean

Friends treat you like a stranger and

Strangers treat you like their best friend, oh well

Wakin' up to another dismal day

You got a ways to go, you oughta be grateful

Sometimes I get mad

It's not half as bad

Pull yourself together

And just calm down

I'll be what you want oh when you want it

But I'll never be what you need

And the city looks pretty from where I'm standing...