Off the City (Live at Larraga Music Studio)

I'm supposed to send
Greetings from your friends
They are waiting at the alley
Where the street ends

And your mother has asked
If you'll be back for Christmas
She misses you and your brother
She's reminded of her age

And your sister's been diagnosed
With her zodiac sign
She's about to have a baby
That will also be born in July

And this town never grows old
Only the elderly know
I've been speaking to them
At the bench of the main road

The young are sitting eagerly
At the train station
They have placed their hopes on the city
Where men wear ties thicker than thighs

Who believes anymore in the nation?
Freedom is confused with political fragmentation

But I'm just lying here on the grass
Thinking about the time
That I spoke to you last
But time hasn't always been kind

And this town never grows old
Only the elderly know
I've been speaking to them
At the bench of the main road



Credits
Writer(s): Jaime Johannes Sanz Mali
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