Other cities

There's nothin' like the feeling of the plane flight homeward
The way my stomach dips when the landing gears lowered

Because no matter how many miles that I wander
The bay bridge curves like a smile on the water
I'm like, what up missy?
Tell me you were missin' me
With this pretty city skyline lit up like a christmas tree
The buildings shimmering like pinky rings from tiffany's
Every time I witness it I have a damn epiphany
That this is me! This is where I've got the richest history
Stacked with six or seven memories on every single street
I never missed a beat
I'm soaked in city pride
And me oh my, this foggy sky got me misty eyed

There might be other cities half as raw as ours
(Just as 'bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it)
Out in some distant galaxy among the stars
(But I doubt it, doubt it, doubt it)

We don't play tiny violins over minor things
We slide into the ring takin' tyson swings
Because this city will defend our fuckin' pride
And raise each other up like simba in the lion king

We're not shy
I ain't no coy coward
I'll be doin' trust falls offa coit tower
My boys on the ground floor providin' man power
But if I die now, mix me into clam chowder
Put me in a bread bowl, feed me to the seagulls
But not the freakin' tourists
I'm sure they're peachy people
I guess I'm just a purist
It isn't oil, but there's somethin' in the water
And it's got me feelin' diesel

There might be other cities half as raw as ours
(Just as 'bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it)
Out in some distant galaxy among the stars
(But I doubt it, doubt it, doubt it)

Ain't no love, in the heart of the city
Ain't no love, in the heart of town
Ain't no love, in the heart of the city
Ain't no love, in the heart of town
Ain't no love.