City Limits

Tall glass boxes rising
Now people all look the same
Suppose its not surprising
That things were going to change

A million people moved in
But the town doesnt have a soul
The streets are paved in gold now
You better bet they charge a toll

Drive up in your Beamers
Drive away the other class
Drop in your banks and pharmacies
And we know that we wont last

So short lived is that middle ground
The perfect in between
from boarded, broken windows
And the new condos that gleam

There goes all the good times
Dive bars and loud guitars
Push us back even deeper still
Where we started seems so far

My girl and I are running
From every place we know
No couches left to crash on
No suitcase left to tow

We dont have the money
To pay the rent we owe
The landlord will come knocking
And soon its time to go

Pushed into the wilderness
Far from who we know
Reached the city limits
No land left to go

Keep Manhattan where it is
Leave us all alone
Lost the culture of our past
And what once was home