Towering jungles of concrete
Jaded irony so discreet
Kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall
Roaring engines continue to draw
Traded empty spaces for crowded rooms
Familiar faces all so lonely too
Excuse me while I choke on the gloom
The summer's fashions are in full bloom
In the silent screams of a refugee
I hear honor love and loyalty
Baby he is you and you are me
We were never really meant to be free
Never really meant to be free
She gives me hope
She wonders why
There are so many stars in the sky
These children's lives we must bleed
Running on empty we are fueled by greed
Running on empty we are fueled by greed