I'm trying to stay safe
And warm in this place
Of peace, solace and grace
But it get's lonely in my home
Can't wait, til I can go and roam
in the city, in the city
And I'm so tired I can barely move my feet
My legs feel like they're bags of meat
I wanna go to a spot, on a street
And just lay there in the busy, busy, city, city.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Put my books in this bag of mine
Ride my bike to the corner of Woodward and Nine
Try to see what I can't find
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
And I know it's harder to go
Get up and face the cars and homes
It can get dizzy
But it gets lonely in my home
Can't wait til I can go and roam in the city
In the city
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023