YOUR CITY DOESN’T LOVE

Seven years ago, I packed up and moved away.
Never to return except for holidays.

I thought I’d find a home again, maybe fall in love,
but the pond is no easy place to fall in love.
So I sing, your city doesn’t love you.

Give it your all. Everything you’ve got.
Sometimes your very best is good enough.

I tried so hard to please her, I did what I thought he’d want.
I played the game and all but lost the farm.

So I sing, your city doesn’t love you, so why stay?
The city doesn’t love you…
Your city doesn’t love you, so I’ll build one for two.
The city doesn’t love you, but I do. But I do. Yes, I do.