Home is
 where you lay your head
My head lies between the cracks.
 Red lights lead to wasted days.
Maybe I better
 put till' all my days.
Oh, the city's not a home.
But it's somewhere to get alone.
Maybe I'm lying to myself.
 I'm not a graphter,
I'm not on that of earth.
I have a habit that's a full time occupation.
Cause the grass is always greener
 when you can't see the garden.
Oh, the city's not a home.
 But it's somewhere to get alone.
Oh, the city's not a home.
But it's somewhere to get alone