Lyrics

THIS CITY / © Mark Hamby 2024

Standing in a Starbucks line on Seventh Avenue
Running for a number nine while the day’s still new
Taking on the paper chase for all that’s near and dear
This city’s got its hooks in me to live and die right here

Cutting ‘cross the Walk of Fame, a name in every square
An old man with a shopping cart settled in right there
The pavement really shows its age, and the legends disappear
This city’s got its hooks in me to live and die right here

And the band plays Fridays, whenever someone‘ll pay
And the rain blows sideways, November right to May

Staring at a cash machine, wonders of the age
Grab an evening Chronicle, turn another page
Who knows where the money goes? It’s never all that clear
This city’s got its hooks in me to live and die right here

Counting all the heads and tail from the First Hill overview
Blood stream running hot and cold, but the heart beats true
So what’s the blasted hurry now, where’s the fire this year
This city’s got its hooks in me to live and die right here