City Limits

We're out of the city limits
Our bottles running dry
And on the bridge we're sitting,
There's no one passing by
The distant highway roaring
Will never take us far
So you go do your dreaming
Of girls and classic cars

And sure, the birds are pretty
They shine in the moonbeams
But never trust the big birds
They're never what they seem

And she was all I needed
The water and the air
But don't you go look for her
'Cause she will not be there
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