Where the towers rise above
and streets are scattered with cars,
where people push and shove
and smog dares dim to the stars
Apartments stagger high
And pollutants fill the grey sky
the lonely tree
shows a yearning to be free.
Move afar, O weary soul!
Where the lonely leaves gently roll
and the people there are few,
for the city’s chaotic, and not fit for you.

Where the moonlight slumbers upon
An empty parking lot,
where bubbled letters are once ill drawn.
A distant reflection is caught
Two cars let out a screech
Waking anyone within its reach
From the refuge that they sought
Where reality slips to dreams
A stranger spotted by the tree
Sporting a lonely look, it could see
She softly weeps, the city is not as it seems.
Move afar, O weary soul!
Where the lonely leaves gently roll
and the people there are few,
for the city's chaotic, and not fit for you.

Where the river meets its end
From the high hill top, to the last car
For one must not pretend
Yet another is not too far.
The city is not so kind
She now can clearly see.
Facing her wildest fears
Leaving her family behind
She slumped over onto a knee
As she and the tree shared their tears.
Move afar, O weary soul!
Where the lonely leaves gently roll
and the people there are few,
for the city's chaotic, and not fit for you.