Neal Morgan - 24 Hours in the City lyrics

24 Hours In The City And on a park bench with her Twice Down the hill the workers plant a palm tree Cinched in a strap Hanging from a crane Near the boulders and dirt and other workers They're turning this part of the park into a silicon valley-masonic-sacrifice-altar With the right number of trees and rocks Positioned so that on the eighth night It lines up with a constellation And all hell breaks loose We wonder who's behind this Two parrots keep flying by And it's probably time for me to start thinking about leaving And then I do And then I do I leave the city and come back And leave the city and come back To see her k**ing time alone on a park bench during visit three A man selling pot propositions everyone around except me Then she calls And I'm up I take flight Pounding heart Striding down the hill in the gra** And over the bum urine sidewalks to the corner where she'll pick me up to go eat I could do this all the time