City sing and play along

There's a harvest

each Saturday night at the bars filled with perfume and hitching a ride;

a place you could stand for one night and get gone.

And it's clear this conversation ain't doing a thing,

'cause these boys only listen to me when I sing.

And I don't feel like singing tonight all the same songs.

Here in these deep city lights,

girl could get lost

tonight. I'm finding ev'ry reason to be gone.

There's nothing here to hold on to.

Could I hold you?

The situation's always the same.

You got your wolves in their clothes whispering Hollywood's name,

stealing gold from the silver they see.

But it's not me.

Here in these

Could I hold you?

Calling out, "Somebody save me."

I feel like I'm fading away.

Am I'm gone?

Calling out, "Somebody save me."

I feel like I'm fading.

Mm. No, no, no.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

Deep city lights.

Girl could get lost

tonight. I'm finding ev'ry reason to be gone and there's nothing here to hold on to.

Could I hold on

to you?