I'll say it again this is not my city

I don't belong looking for a town of plenty

There weren't these thieves

We had some thing in common

Goals to achieve

We had some thing in common

In a town of plenty

Can't you see it, this is not my writing

I only asked if this was a town of plenty

There were many archives

We had no media

Only art survived there

Yeah we had no media

In a town of plenty

And laid across the airstrip

Were the passports and the luggage

All that once remained

Of a rugged individual

And laid across the airstrip

Were the passports and the luggage

I came looking for a town of plenty

I'll say it again, this is not my city

I only asked if this was a town of plenty

There were many archives

We had no media

Only art survived there

Yeah we had no media

In a town of plenty