we were sitting in our backyard waiting for the stars to show but the city lights shine too far on and on the grey skies glow took my bike out on harvard street rode up atlers to saint clair started countin cars surrounding me my lungs burstin for some cleaner air it was sadder than the morning doe much funnier than a clown but when push comes to shove oh i still love this town do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do i was waitin on the eastbound train headed out to see the suburbs when i thought i heard my name it was just a crazy lady slurrin words it was sadder than a weepin willow as silly as a dog with a bone but when you ask me bout it i ll still call this my home do do do do do do do do do do do do oh oh do do do do do do do do do do do do early mornin on a saturday the bustle wakes us up in bed construction trucks kids in the park at play no quiet place to lay our heads i was madder than the old hatter i was crazy as the cheshire cat but when we get to the heart of the matter this is where i ll hang my hat do do do do do do do do do do do do oh oh do do do do do do do do do do do do 