Leaving the Central State From Shallow Ground
Home in the Valley But the Rent's Paid South
You Said the Urn Was Half Full When I Said It Was Half Empty
With What Was Left of Our Fair City

Call in the Army Corps of Architects
To Flatten the Skyline and Begin Again
I Knew the Years Would Move Quickly,
But Never Quite As Fast As This
So Bring the Discrepancies, I'll Pour the Drinks