I used to dream of living there,
Breathing her tired old air.
Cars, trucks, busses, 12 lanes wide.
Ambulances, police, fire, sirens, sirens, sirens….
Lights in the dark. Dark in the light.
I used to dream of living there.
Forever visions of paradise,
Overwhelmed by a rose-hued lens.
Red, the color of excitement
Needles my eyes as she sets.
I used to dream of living there,
Away in the safety of a country town.
I used to dream of living there,
Breathing her tired old air.
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