Here in the city you live in, a city of gray and brown.
And where I'm standing is just an American town.
And I'm caught in between destinations, a little change of plan.
And I'm here in the city you live in, with time on my hands.
Here in the city you live in, I go in the old world alone.
And if not for these old connections, I'd sink like a stone.
Because the springtime turned to a somber, the summer turned to fall.
And I'm here in the city you live in, and I just had to call.
And I can't help but sometimes wonder, about your faraway life.
Coming like the sound of thunder, on a warm summer night.
Here in the city that you live in, so close yet so far.
I spend my time now in airports and hotels and barbers.
And it's all about making connections, and all that might have been.
But I'm here in the city you live in, and I'm just checking in.
Here in the city.
Here in the city.