Leaving the central states for shallow ground
Home in the valley but the rent's paid south
You said the urn was half full when I said it was half empty
With what was left of our fair city
Callin' the army corps of architects
To flatten the skyline and begin again
I knew the years would move quickly
But never quite as fast as this
So bring the discrepancies, I'll pour the drinks
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