Skyline

Stupid skyline, nothing new

lazy people enjoying the view

Blinking red light on top of you

so no planes will crash into

The stupid skyline I call home

wandering these streets alone

Looking for a telephone

so I can call someplace my own

Left these words on your machine

and you asked me what they mean

And you asked me where I'd been

I muttered something about the space between

the stupid skyline and what it represents

the empty dreams of its aspirants

Nobody owes anybody rent

Everybody is an accident

The stupid skyline I call home

wandering these streets alone

Looking for a telephone

so I can call someplace my own

All the soldiers planting landmines

All the rich folks drinking fine wines

Crazy columnists with their precious by-lines

Rhapsodizing 'bout the stupid skyline

The stupid skyline I call home

wandering these streets alone

Looking for a telephone

so I can call someplace my own