watch your step who has your hand turned the choir up in the atmosphere again i don t know where i was all i knew was that i didn t belong anymore i got to go back to the city i got to go back to the city now i got to go back to the city i got to go back to the city now found my place near the back of a pen dig myself from the hiss of the tape again where s the ceiling made from his hand has it been removed and is now in place of the land i got to go back to the city i got to go back to the city now i got to go back to the city i got to go back to the city now i got to go back i got to go back now