City Perfection

You know, I never liked the city.
I wish I saw real stars.
The crowded streets and sidewalks;
You can never get too far.

I almost forgot pollution.
Can you smell the thick brown air?
The gritty sounds of car horns
And the smog that's in your hair?

But then again, I can leave.
Ride down into the country
Lie on grassy hills
Right underneath a gum tree

Orange skies and juniper leaves
No thought has ever came to me
I don't ever wanna leave
Cause I cannot set you free.

I've grown to love
Your flaws, your imperfections.
Your beauty will be missed
Always filled with a sensation

Your tall, tall buildings
that graced the powder clouds
The harmonic shouts of people
in the rush hour crowd

I always loved the city.
I saw the plastic stars.
The air so thick with chic
right through the sketchy bars.