Metro-Metro

 

 

 

Home on the range

Is where you can find it

Ideal locations are so far away

A room with a view

Gets harder to come by

Skyline dissolving in the haze

 

I'm living in metro-metro

I'm standing in cellophane towers

I'm gliding down sidewalks, sideways

I'm slipping inside myself

 

The crowds in the square

Are turning in circles

They run through their mazes without fail

The girls in the windows

Flash terminal smiles

And turn with the fashion, revolving away

 

A walk in the dark

A tap on the shoulder

Like watching a movie in a dream-dream

The shadows have faces

But no one can see them

They move on a whisper, in the breeze