We Are The City You're A Good Man
Oh, I miss the stars
I've got nothing at best to say, but try to understand
And she takes the pills and deals me an honest hand
And says "leave it for other men."
Try to understand
And I sing "oh, brother please understand."
And we don't deserve blessings of any sort
But God bless you anyways
And try to understand
Oh, I miss the stars
I've got nothing at best to say
Try to understand