Marié Digby

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The trees of this city never change
the color of leaves, it stays the same
and it's easy to lose track of time
I've watched strangers come and go
bags empty, but holding hope
but it's easy to be forgotten in this crowd

Here in this city
you're just like everyone
trying hard to find
something to call your own
all of the people
i have ever met
they never stay for long
i always watch them go
but this is my home.. my home.. my home..

the lights of this city always prove
to be powerful, it seduces you
but the closer you get
it's not quite as it seems
and I'm just trying to claim a place
tracing lines around the stars I see
hope I make a mark
so they'll remember my name

But here in this city
i'm just like everyone
trying hard to find
something to call my own
all of the people
i have ever known
they never stay for long
i always watch them go
but this is my home.. my home.. home
this is my home

what if i'm just a fish in the sea
sitting on the ocean floor
what if you're just a bird up above
waiting to dive in for me
maybe we're all drifters
searching for our treasure ...