The City of Love

I had that rotten feeling, that I was trapped,
So far off of the map, that there is no map.
In the city of hate, in the city of masks.
Lost, in a daze, trying to find my way back.
Then she held the lantern up,
The moon in the sky above
She led me down the path to the city of love.
I was a stray cat. I was a missing glove.
It’s so nice to be back in the city,
In the city of love.
The city is a chameleon
It’ll change the color of its skin
depending on the shape that you are in.
Downtown by the depot, someone left an old armchair.
It must have looked inviting, cos' I woke up sitting there
Staring at the icy water, and the birds on the peer
A boat had come in from Cuba,
I could smell the sugar in the air.
Then she held the lantern up
The moon in the sky above
She led me down the path to the city of love
I was a stray cat, I was a missing glove.
It’s so nice to be back in the city
In the city of love.
The city is a chameleon
It’ll change the color of its skin
depending on the shape that you are in.