The fruit of my labor
is a second -floor apartment
With a broken elevator
and a view of concrete skies
The walls are made of paper
and have lost and crippled morals
Good defenses make good neighbors
And a home for wayward flies
And I need fresh air
A country store somewhere
There I can be all I want to be
City sidewalks never go nowhere,
but anywhere away from here's
alright with me.
Rus ted radiators
are preparing for the winter
And the throbbing water pressure
cannot hold to wash my mind
A million carburetors
snarl at man -made canyons
Leaving hollow, burned -out craters
And incinerated skies
And I need fresh air
A country store somewhere
There I can be all I want to be
City sidewalks never go nowhere
But anywhere away from
here's all right with me
And I need fresh air,
a country star somewhere
There I can be all I want to be
City sidewalks never go nowhere
But anywhere away from
here's alright with me
An d I need fresh air,
a country store somewhere
Where I can be all I want to be
City sidewalks never go nowhere,
but anywhere
Away from here's alright with me