too much,
too real,
so close,
so easy for me to feel

your strange voice
its wonderful tone
why am i here
without you and feeling so alone
without you so near

to dream of someone
you have never met
have never touched
yet, they are hard to forget

well think of me as i think of you
and just how good does that feel?
well you have taken me
but i was nowhere in particular
stale landscapes, vaguely familiar

you know,
those first few moments of trying to stay awake
i missed you as i lay there
i can tell you,
a million dreams have been dreamt in my bed

when the choices disappear
when there are no options
where are word you like to hear
then you know it is the real thing

but when you said –
i am stuck right here –
and there is nowhere –
i would rather be

i am holding on for luck
still waiting for the bus to come
perhaps it came and went
when i was just so young
perhaps you will understand what i meant

city people
coming round again
city people
city people in my life