My brother left the city
Get away from it all
Away from high rents
Pollution and traffic
Moved to the desert
Where there is no gra**
Just dust and sun and sadness
The rents are low, this is true
But there aren't many jobs
And the collars are blue
Brother Bartsow
If you're running from yourself,give it up
Eyes from the skies are on you
Eyes from the skies are on you
My brother left the city
Get away from it all
Away from high rents
Pollution and traffic
Moved to the desert
Where there is no gra**
Just dust and sun and sadness
The rents are low, this is true
But there aren't many jobs
And the collars are blue
Brother Bartsow
If you're running from yourself
Give it up
Eyes from the skies are on you
Eyes from the skies are on you
People are the key
Not air, water, food like scientists thought
So don't isolate.....integrate
If I catch a rail, I'll come to say hey
But give me a call if you're coming my way
Come see the lights once in a while, Brother Barstow
Come see the lights once in a while, Brother Barstow
Come see the lights once in a while, Brother Barstow
Come see the lights once in a while
Brother Barstow
© Ithaka Darin Pappas
Ravenshark Music / Scion Four Music / ASCAP