City-Crazy - Bridget St. John

I’m a little city-crazy

It is getting out of hand

I need to change my rhythm

For the rhythms of the land

Living in the city’s grip, I feel I lose control

As she reaches for my body

She is hoping for my soul

There is a wilderness of buildings

That are swallowing the ground

They tie us to their chaos

And they try to drag us down

People chasing hours cannot laugh away the years

I’m bewildered by the city

For she turns my fun to fear

I am tired of rushing nowhere

I’ve been dusty far too long

I need to leave and go where I can feel that I belong

I need to sleep on shingle

Yes I wish to step in sand

To move in time to tides and winds

And things I understand

Understand