Stupid skyline, nothing new
Lazy people ignoring the view
Blinking red lights 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 bout the space between
The stupid skyline and what it represents
The empty dreams of it’s aspirants
Nobody owes anybody rent
Everybody is an accident
All the soldiers planting land mines
All the rich folks drinking fine wines
Crazy columnists with their precious by-lines
Rhapsodizing bout the stupid skyline