No, this city it ain't mine
I do not recognize its scent
Mountain valleys many moons ago
Only reveries in my mind
People passing by
little pinpricks on my skin
I won't toe the line
I'll put the horse before the cart
Everything is moving way too fast
Into forms and shapes I do not
know
Everything is moving way too fast
Into forms and shapes I do not
know anymore
No, this city it ain't mine
I do not recognize its scent
Down the road I will be done
Riding off into the sunset
People passing by
little pinpricks on my skin
I won't toe the line
I'll put the horse before the cart
Everything is moving way too fast
Into forms and shapes I do not
know
Everything is moving way too fast
Into forms and shapes I do not
know anymore