And it's too late to change my mind
I'm still in love with the private world
Sometimes I've got to pull the blinds

Why aren't you dissolving yet?
And why's that car always there?
I got a letter from America
Somebody else lost in the glare

Chorus:

In this city, this city, oh!
This city, this city, oh!

I'm walking through this big arena
I'm passing millions, missing some
When someone touches me like it's all alright
I think it's memory, but it's still so right

There were always dreams of leaving
My face gets dimmer every day
When I can see myself I'm waving
I'm drawing back into the crowds again

(Repeat chorus twice