And tonight I wanna drive so far we'll only find static on the radio And we can't see those city lights and I love the way you look in a firefly glow Saying everything without making a sound, Standing on your shoes in my bare feet, dancing to the rhythm

And I feel alive. Now all the barlights are blinking in time To Mexican music, it's taunting the pavement Never in all of my life Have I seen eyes as empty as these streets of my city On a Saturday night, All the green of your eyes says "Go, leave it all

See how I miss you? See how I miss you? (hey you, hey you) Rays of the moon make magic in the streets of the city All the people get strange but their faces look so pretty All the walking graffiti, survivalist bums Even the secret police shout that

Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember me Hold the

Can't you see I'm wrapped in cellophane Watch the blood pump through my veins Electricity floods my brain Can't hide the pain, can't hide the pain When you're wrapped in cellophane Look at me, I'm such a basket case Delivered to you wrapped in cellophane

In the city of angels They pray for your soul to keep Death is just a moment away Your future won't see the light of the day Beware of the alien nation Beware of the truth that they seek They pray for eternal salvation Walk on past the alien nation

City of stars Are you shining just for me? There's so much that I can't see I felt it from the first embrace I shared with you That now our dreams They've finally come true Just one thing everybody wants There in the bars

Would you please listen? Being young in the city Believe in saying something I'm scared of dying No gun required Or will this help me lay down? We can see it's missing When you bleed, say so we know

If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street I hear Where you from, nigga?" "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?" "Where your grandma

We'll carry on Your memory will carry on Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up