The boulevard is bustling

A vast and wrinkled muscling

Is all over my eyes

And I know I don't belong

There is a noise inside of me

That bustles asymmetrically

Oh, how have I to balance

Those sounds into a song

It's time to let your hair down

And give yourself permission

It takes courage and control

But you start by letting go

The city's an analogy

For things building inside of me

This chaos and this discourse

Still we move along

The chaos hangs of symmetry

And all her words of poetry

And that's the kind of city

Which I want to belong

It's time to let your hair down

And give yourself permission

It takes courage and control

But you start by letting go

All I think, I feel, I see

All that this place is not me

I want to be alone, but be wild and free

Oh, he who asks receives

It's time to let your hair down

And give yourself permission

It takes courage and control

But you start by letting go

::Krol::