Sometimes I wish I had a farm
where the only pollution is your cigarttes,
where you mind is clear.
But I like it here in my small space.
New York`s the place where the sidewalks know my face
as I walk to
my apartment, the home where I hide
away from all the darkness outside.
I`m there all the time.
Bikes ride to the park and city pools.
It`s summer now; empty the schools.
Fly home to my cat on the F train.
I`m protected from pain
when I`m in
my apartment, the home where I hide
away from all the darkness outside.
I`m there all the time.