City Life
I grew up and I moved to the city
It seemed like the right place to be
The days here are long and the nights stay young
Until you're no longer young and naive
I got hired on at the dealer
I'm paid well enough to turn a wrench
I can't help but wonder where the hours all go
Where they could've been better spent
I feel young and old and like I won't ever let go
Of all these offhand vices that I've come to know
Such curious things: these songs I sing
Little bits of forever
Ways of feeling free
Sometimes honesty is brutal
Sometimes trust betrays
There are always questions that need clear answers
No matter what may be at stake
Sometimes I struggle with existence
With the meaning, the point, of all of this
What use is seeing far if you don't know where you are
Excuses for swinging white knuckled fists
I feel young and old and like I won't ever let go
Of old mistakes and malice that fester deep below
Such curious things these songs I sing
They're all I have to offer that's worth anything
Some say I sound a little crazy
Others say I just sound strange
It doesn't matter whether you're inclined to believe me
My purpose here is to create
I feel young and old and like I won't ever let go
Of all these fleeting feelings that help make me whole
Such curious things these strings we lead
Out into the darkness
A little room to breathe
A little room to breathe
It seemed like the right place to be
The days here are long and the nights stay young
Until you're no longer young and naive
I got hired on at the dealer
I'm paid well enough to turn a wrench
I can't help but wonder where the hours all go
Where they could've been better spent
I feel young and old and like I won't ever let go
Of all these offhand vices that I've come to know
Such curious things: these songs I sing
Little bits of forever
Ways of feeling free
Sometimes honesty is brutal
Sometimes trust betrays
There are always questions that need clear answers
No matter what may be at stake
Sometimes I struggle with existence
With the meaning, the point, of all of this
What use is seeing far if you don't know where you are
Excuses for swinging white knuckled fists
I feel young and old and like I won't ever let go
Of old mistakes and malice that fester deep below
Such curious things these songs I sing
They're all I have to offer that's worth anything
Some say I sound a little crazy
Others say I just sound strange
It doesn't matter whether you're inclined to believe me
My purpose here is to create
I feel young and old and like I won't ever let go
Of all these fleeting feelings that help make me whole
Such curious things these strings we lead
Out into the darkness
A little room to breathe
A little room to breathe
Credits
Writer(s): Braden Hobbs
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