little trip in town

little trip in town

little exit out

trees falling left

trees falling right

trees falling over

falling over

falling falling

falling over

moving out and making way for concrete synthesis

the smoke is grey

the smoke is black

it's getting in my lungs

it's in my lungs

it's in my eyes

it's on my tongue

it's in my eyes

it's in my heart

won't you look

into my face

and feel me smile

hear me running

the people in the town

the people in the town

always moving moving out

and moving over

making way for bank accounts

the banks are making way

for the trees keep falling down

and falling over

it's on my tongue

it's in my eyes

it's in my heart

it's in my eyes

it's on my tongue

it's in my eyes

it's in my heart