It's a city of people running here, running there.
A city of people without a care
Fertile people multiplying
Families growing, planes and birds flying
Nobody's dying, theres no aging here
Wardrobes are buldging with new clothes to wear.
The streets become fuller, the beaches, the parks
The noise just grows louder, the dogs they all bark
Nobody slows down, no one has time
Overgrown gardens, too many grapes on the vine
All is heavy, busy and full
Not one single place, where theres peace, where its still
Day becomes night and night becomes day
Always something or someone in a rush, on their way.
Pushing and shoving, laughter or tears
All of it loud, all of it wears
The seagulls are schreeching, the thumber it claps
People rush to put on their waterproof hats
The rain it is falling, the wind it does blow
All of the people with nowhere to go
Running for shelter to hide from the rain
Without a second thought for my battered, stretched brain
They stomp and they stamp, they scream and they yell
I wish they would move away from this city of hell
I want the streets to myself, the beaches all bare
I want my parks back, the quiet to hear
I dont want any people in this city of mine
I can live with the quiet I'll manage just fine
I want them all to leave, each last one
Then I'll clean up the littler and put back the sun.
I'll enjoy my city, my city of peace
The shouting, the running, the laughter will cease
All will be still, silent and free
No one is here now, no one but me
