City
Sara Bareilles
Little Voice (2007)

There’s a harvest each Saturday night,
At the bars filled with perfume and hitching a ride.
A place you could stand for one night and get gone.
And it’s clear this conversation ain’t doing a thing,
’Cause these boys only listen to me when I sing.
And I don’t feel like singing tonight,
All the same songs.

Here in these deep city lights,
Girl could get lost tonight.
I’m finding every reason to be gone.
There's nothing here to hold on to.
Could I hold you?

The situation’s always the same.
You got your wolves in their clothes whispering,
Hollywood’s name.
Stealing gold from the silver they see,
But it’s not me.

Here in these deep city lights,
Girl could get lost tonight.
I’m finding every reason to be gone.
There's nothing here to hold on to.
Could I hold you?

Calling out, "Somebody save me. I feel like I’m fading away."
Am I gone?
Calling out, "Somebody save me. I feel like I’m fading…"

No, no, no,
No, no, no,
No, no, no, no...

Deep city lights,
Girl could get lost tonight.
I’m finding every reason to be gone,
And there's nothing here to hold on to.
Could I hold on to you?