City

Sara Bareilles · Little Voice [2007]

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 every 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 deep city lights

Girl could get lost tonight

I'm finding every reason to be gone

There's nothing here to hold on to

Could I hold you?



Calling out, "Somebody save me, I feel like I'm fading away"

Am I gone?

Calling out, "Somebody save me, I feel like I'm fading..."



No, no, no

No, no, no

No, no, no, no...



Deep city lights

Girl could get lost tonight

I'm finding every reason to be gone

And there's nothing here to hold on to

Could I hold on to you?