Her, the city

i saw the men and women taking it with ease
just like the birds that lift the leaves off of the trees
no daily change, no untramped range
when will it come my way?

we'll take the rivers that today are known as roads
into the city, like the sea, filled wit unknowns
no daily change, no untramped range
when will it come my way?

"outside there is golden light inside!" "you see?"
the widow said and pointed at the city
"true"

,,,and what you have you can not take off to your grave
glued to the earth and to the pictures that we frame
in city lights the skulls shine bright
and where did wrong go right

"outside there is golden light inside!" "you see?"
the widow said and pointed at the city
"true"

there isn't enough of it for it to go around
i've looked and looked but there's no prophet (profit) in this town
there isn't enough for you to look what you have been
there is too much for you to never look within!

"outside there is golden light inside!" "you see?"
the widow said and pointed at the city
"true"