City spread below us from the hill.  The weather white gypsy town looks to be natural still.  Someone made it real one day.  Someone built a downtown mall but didn't sign their name.  [something] Cars become our castles sidewalks open into moats.  No one walks and talks a lot anymore.  So we gather round fatefully where we can hear, nothing felt, nothing found.  I have to tell myself I'm having fun way too many times through the night.  I have to tell myself I'm having fun way too many times through the night.  Beauty worn with age is timeless still.  Can't fill my heart cuz I can't get my fill.  And the crimes that I commit against myself.  Patience wanes and I embrace the patience that is fear.  Bitter pill.  Sit alone at home and wait for you.  Seems like what a lonely man should do.  As if lovelorn, taken from a film.  Pencil in an actress with a paragraph.  How I may find peace and meaning still in a little retreat just beyond these hills.  I have to tell myself I'm having fun way too many times through the night.  I have to tell myself I'm having fun way too many times through the night.  I have to tell myself I'm having fun way too many times through the night.