Can you hear the sound of the waves, I can hear it from hear
I think I’ve made it.
Got another several weeks of this mayhem
It’s a rat city It’s a luxury but that’s anywhere

Gotta call ol’ Kelly and ask her for a thousand bucks
A future woman on the twenty dollar bill

Naked, or breast exposed just a little bit
Scared of all the Midwest looks what will I be who will I be
Kiwi meat? Will I stay on fleek or flea back to the city

I got a couple questions about the last 10 odd years
First one, Was I there
Did we use the time we all had wisely
Or did we squander it celebrating everything

Posing, fearing lonliness growing bitter
Or working for an upgrade status someday oh what could it be
What neighborhood, a high rise with a view or cottage
In the country side

How to prepare for a major change
Start selling, packing weeks in advance
Will you cry on your last night? Comforted by courage
Notify, or black Irish good bye?

We ain’t playin’ – we leeeeavin’
Catch you on the flip side

Can you hold the train doors open for a little longer
Cuz I’m comin’

Had to drop the keys off, sweep and do a dummy check
Pay my tabs, and square up with my bank roll friends
I get the feeling this is not unusual, waving goodbye
To the ghetto birds, it must be time for the show
First a compliment to the millennials, it’s your turn to do the dance
Does your tongue knot up when you say adieu, I do
Send a shout out to the freelance freaks doin’ Lord’s work
Makin Major Moves
To the garbage men, to the barkeeps, to the up all nighters, 9-5ers