When he first came, he fell in love with the city
He was in love with what he saw, smelled, and heard
He was walked by the sounds of the city,
with his eyes lit by city lights
Sitting upstairs on a double decker on his way to his place
after one of his night shifts,
he heard three girls
singing soul music at the back,
backing each other up
with chorus lines and harmonies
He was alone with them and
finally his soul crept out of his pores.
Nights and days he walked with his cigarette
between his fingers and forgot to eat.
Life here dazzled him,
and he was fever-ishly thrilled and getting thin.
He forgot all about his friends and family.
Do you think he was lost?
Oh boy
I see you come and go
Cause we are you
Take your streets back
Oh boy,
The city’s all yours
Cause we are you
Claim the city back
Watching the city you called your own
I understand your history
Calling your name away from where you are
I celebrate your mystery
Watching the city you called your own
I understand your history
Calling your name away from where you are
I celebrate your mystery
Oh boy
I see you come and go
Cause we are you
Take your streets back
Oh boy,
The city’s all yours
Cause we are you
Claim the city back
Claim it back, take it back
Claim it back, take it back
Claim it back, take it back
Claim it back, take it back
Claim it back, take it back
Claim it back, take it back
Claim it back, take it back
Claim it back, take it back