Watch your step Who has your hand? Turned the choir up In the atmosphere again I don't know Where i was All i knew Was that i didn't belong anymore I got to go back to the city I got to go back to the city now I got to go back to the city I got to go back to the city now ... Found my place Near the back of a pen Dig myself from the hiss Of the tape (again) Where's the ceiling? Made from his hand Has it been removed And is now in place of the land? I got to go back to the city I got to go back to the city now I got to go back to the city I got to go back to the city now