Big City - Black Line

A long ago in a city tonight

Feeling lost and feeling just right

You can’t hear a single plea

You never know when your too blind to see

Eyes open with your tongue on your lap

She’s looking through you with all your crap

Big city, small mind

Bar to bar it’s hard to find out

Who you are and what you’re about

Breakfast diners, peak traffic

Special coffee, your laugh is manic

Shake, roar, shake, roar, shake, roar, shake

Someone told you that you are smart

You take conception to conception of art

Red wine for diner, a line of scotch

She likes it weird, but you’re rather not

Big city, small mind