Writer: Karen Ann Penton, JOHN ANGUS CALLAGHAN MACDONALD, COLIN KIRK MACDONALD, Chris Bernard Kirby
Composer: Karen Ann Penton, John Michael Penton, JOHN ANGUS CALLAGHAN MACDONALD
Lyrics
There's a pretty fantasy
An emerald buried somewhere in the city
If it glitters then it's gold
My ruby shoes are gonna save my soul
Milk and honey wait for me
At the end of a fairy tale street
Got no reason to disbelieve
Sometimes I feel like it wants me to leave
The city it knows I'm on my own
Over my head and far from home
All my dreams are calling me
I'm caught between this concrete feeling and a stone
And the city knows
Got a suitcase full of doubt
I'm starvin' half to death with a hunger for a crowd
Colored paper in the wind
Just another sinner trying to buy my way in
My endless summer's dying
All the leaves are brown
And what I lost is more than what I found
The city it knows I'm on my own
Over my head and far from home
All my dreams are calling me
I'm caught between this concrete feeling and a stone
And the city knows
The city knows you're just one in a million
The city knows you're just a dollar sign
The city knows you're out of your element
The city knows you're out of your mind
I am an ocean I captivate and sparkle
I'm wide open I'm a natural miracle
But I hit the rocks and break like anyone else
Can't make it stop but I've got to be myself
I'm a mystery, powerful and magical
Suffer the silence
Sleeping in the cold
An old number calling me back home
The city it knows I'm on my own
Over my head and far from home
All my dreams are calling me
And I don't want to go
The city it knows I'm on my own
Over my head and far from home
And all my dreams are calling me
I'm caught between this concrete feeling and a stone
Chris Kirby, Colin MacDonald, John Angus MacDonald, Karen Penton