In the City - Chris Bathgate

To the rail I pray

Cause in November I heard your name

Quit my job and stole a gun

That’s why the liquors gone

That’s why I’m bumming dimes

All my letters are loud and thin

In the city, In the city

I’m nothing at all

The days they drone

Days they drone

They’re droning on and on

That’s how the day is framed

That’s how I know my name

People say it back to me

That’s why my heart is cracked

Because they say to my back

As I’m sneaking out the side

In the city, In the city

I’m nothing at all

They days they drone

Days they drone

Yeah, they’re droning on and on