They Came From The City - Elan

They came from the city

Had to get out for a while

Now they’re sitting on the fields

Watching the wind blow our worries away

And the band’s playing a tune that talks about California

And the sky’s about to cry

There’s a man who came all way from New Mexico

Who forgot just what he came looking for

He says if we keep searching we’ll find our soul

At the bottom of a tunnel

Then we’re free to run away

Come with me, come with me Come with me, come with me It’s only us out here

And at the end of the day we’ll still be awake

And we’ll dance around the fire

And tell stories of yesterday

Then we’ll walk away into the endless ocean of insanity

And pretend to be ok

It’s not me anyway