Life in the City

I’ve been dreaming about a life in the city

Where the girls they dance they are so pretty

The way they dress is pure sofistication

In their eyes are subtle invitations

I’ve got my hat, I’ve got my coat I’ve got my suitcase

Now all I need is a key and my own place

I’ve got the shades I’ve got the eyes behind the glasses

I’ve got the moves to blend with the masses

I’ve got my desk I’ve got my pencil and eraser

Now all I need is to get paid and go chase her

She could be you she could be someone much sweeter

I’m afraid I’ll die before I meet her

She’s a dancer she’s a singer in a blues band

She can hold a note while doing handstands

I think I know her from the faces in the subway

Tired looks that go all the way to Monday

Her hair is black like the feathers of the raven

Her figure is everything that I am craving

Her eyes are blue and pale like the moonlight

Her perfume lingers in the air from last night

Sunken ships and sunken sailors

Drunken fools and drunken whalers

Hear how the holler well I’ll better go and call her

Before the steal her and bring her to their trawler

I’ve been dreaming about a life in the city...