City Looks Pretty

The city looks pretty when you been indoors For 23 days I've ignored all your phone calls Everyone's waiting when you get back home They don't know where you been, why you gone so long Friends treat you like a stranger and Strangers treat you like their best friend, oh well Spare a thought for the ones that came before All in a daze bending backwards to reach your goal Sometimes I get sad It's not all that bad One day, maybe never I'll come around The city takes pity on your injured soul And heavenly prose ain't enough good to fill that hole Everyone's soaked in animosity It's vicious in winter, you never say what you mean Friends treat you like a stranger and Strangers treat you like their best friend, oh well Wakin' up to another dismal day You got a ways to go, you oughta be grateful Sometimes I get mad It's not half as bad Pull yourself together And just calm down I'll be what you want, oh when you want it But I'll never be what you need And the city looks pretty from where I'm standing