paroles de chanson City - Ryan Montbleau

I'm giving up the cigarettes
I'm tired of the drinking
Think I'll learn a second language
Got some friends are Puerto Rican
Speaking of my friends I know they don' always keep me in line
But I swear they're full of wisdom and I'm learning all the time
And I know I'm going to get there
Going to get there some day
But in this there are no shortcuts
No how,
No way.
And I've been living my life
Longing for a City
Longing for someone I can call my own
I ain't talking about love and I do not ask for pity
I just want a bit of something when I'm feeling down
I've done my time
And now I find I want a city.

I'm knocking on the steeple door and I'm waiting for an answer
My sneakers are stuck in bubble gum and my heart starts beating faster.
What if there is no design?
What if God don't have a plan?
I start screaming at the mezzanine
But an old priest lets me in,
Sits me down and says,
'Son, you've got someone up there who ain't never gonna let you down,
But in this there are no shortcuts
No way,
No how.

And I've been living my life
Longing for a City
Longing for someone I can call my own
I ain't talking about love and I do not ask for pity
I just want a bit of something when I'm feeling down
I've done my time
And now I find I want a city.