We live in the sight of the mountain;
We live in the shade of the tree.
We trade today for tomorrow,
Making bets on destiny --

We take our turns on the altar.
We take our wages in sin.
We build our homes on the water,
And wonder why the flood rolls in.

Little streets and little houses, all of them the same.
Little boys and little girls, and not one of them has ever guessed my name.

This is my town.
This is my town.
This is my town.
There’s nowhere else for me to go.

We know the rules and the reasons,
We choose which ones to obey.
We close our eyes to the seasons,
Watching time as it slips away.

I walk these streets as a stranger.
I live these lives like a thief.
I run my hands down the surface,
Dreaming of what lies beneath --

Little lies and little choices; all of it’s a game.
Little hopes and little fears, and not one of you will ever guess my name.

This is my town...

Find a penny, pick it up, and all day long you’ll have good luck,
But the streets are bare and my pockets are empty.
Pay the piper, pay your dues -- I don’t have that much left to lose,
‘Cause I’m all alone, and I think someone left me.

This is my town, where you get what you pay for;
This is my town, where you own what you build.
This is my town, in the hand of the forest,
Where we worship God in the shape of the hill.

This is my town.
This is my town.
This is my town.
There’s nowhere else for me to...
This is my town.
This is my town.
This is my town.
There’s nowhere else for me -- nowhere else for me --
Nowhere else for me to go.


Written on: 2004-12-23. Seanan McGuire


Lyrics submitted by Nonny

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