When I was young and unafraid
And free from all the plans I'd make
When I was young and unafraid
I sat above the city
I loudly said I never will
Add to all that ages ill
Oh I alone will grow up still
Far above the city
But plans grow round you like a vine
They pull you down in no time
And soon you will be bound to find
The sparkle's in the city
And you'll be caught up in the chase
Always on the edge of your big break
And soon you won't see your mistake
Of belonging to the city
But shingles and clapboards clatter down
And cupolas crumble to the ground
And plans are buried by the sound
Of aging in the city
So someday soon I'll walk alone
Far from this place I called my home
And I will let my old feet roam
Far above the city
Far above the city
far above the city