I'm from the city
Where the streets all seem to end
Somewhere else
And if you see me
In my city
Well, take your hand up off that shelf
And we can share a wave or two
Then I'll strap up my boots
I've still got some work to do
And when I get done
I'm gonna bring it on back to you
Are you from a city
That's been washed away before
Or has your city
Ever felt like it shut you out the door
And when they said goodbye to you
Did you strap up your boots?
And say, "I've got some work to do
And when I get done
I'm gonna bring it on back to you"
So much for a city
That welcomes everyone
Under the gun
And if you're not staying around
For any longer than you want
Then so long
But when I say goodbye to you
And we all strap up our boots
We've still got some work to do
But we're gonna bring it on back it's true
We're gonna bring it on back it's true