The City
Adrian Simon
When you're holed up
In the city
With a silver cloud of smoke
You can find me
Where you left me
Honey, I'm home
Was a hustler
As a youngster
Now you're livin' in the past
But I don't need
To remind you
That shit don't last
No
You don't have to wait up
For me now
Your candlelit dinners
All fold away
And I can't seem
To remember
The look of my face
