Citizens Here & Abroad They Stay
Untouched new and shiny, everything we wanted.
Nothing ever so pretty. That's the problem.
The familiar phone calls, two-way streets and the strip
malls, nothing ever so easy
That's the problem.
Why does everyone stay?
In air conditioned churches they pray, "I promise to
change my ways."
You take it apart, a suburban broken heart, until the
pieces disintegrate.
It's hard to be excited about all of this concrete,
supermarkets and swap meets, too many things.
Why does everyone stay?
In air conditioned churches they pray
I promise to change my ways.
You take it apart
A suburban broken heart
Until the pieces disintegrate
Why don't we just move, rent a truck and we'll prove we
don't have to be this way.
It's the risk not the cost, the risk of knowing nothing
at all, that keeps us in the same place.
Pretend we're all the same.
It's easier that way.
