Leave the City

I had to leave the city or else I would die
The crime and the passion is what kept me high
Rolling on two wheels wind sweeping through my hair
I had to leave the city because I started to care

The fun and the games with sex on the lawn
In older age those games are all gone
I look back with joy and regret
Good times and bad times I can never forget

Dancers on my lap and money on my mind
Waking up tired running on 3/4 time
Going to the clubhouse to see what's going on
Looking for a pigeon to be my next con

All of that is behind me now I'm living easy in a small town
I no longer care about what's going down
Stay out of the city it's a choice I have made
Being lonely is the dues I have paid

REF* – photos #1– turnpikeinfo.com #2– wikimedia.com #3 -freepic.com

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