The City

This town is made of aluminum

This town is made of glass

Why can't you see that?

Why can't you understand and come to the city?

Press one, with my thumb, for my messages

But you only leave me rocks

Why can't you call back?

I tried you twenty times I'm sick of the city

Everything's harder here

Everyone's so cold

The city is not so inviting when you have no one to hold

There's no one to hold

The city is a stop sign