This City - Red dons, ex OBSERVERS and CLOROX GIRLS

There is nothing for me

In this City

What a waste of time

Nothing works out at all

Well the road it greets me

Oh so warmly

Though I’m here now

You know I can’t stay long

I’m just a wanderers child

Searching for my home

And, there is nothing for me

In this City

What a waste of time

Nothing works out at all

Nothing works out at all

Well just this morning

The sun was shining

On a place where I’ve never been

So I packed my bags and hit the road again

You know it’s not that close

But it’s not too far

For a wanderers child

For a vagabond

There is nothing for me

In this City

What a waste of time

Nothing works out at all