Native City

Ain't no roads like the roads you came of age on Ain't no place like home to turn the page on Every night this District sleeps alone but never out of reach my love Every now and then I see a picture That rips right through my conscience like a scripture Very quietly I scream This place is not what I believed it was What I believed it was What I believed it was, all along My city belongs to no one, yet everybody calls this place their home Ain't no roads like the roads I came of age on Ain't no home like the home I turned the page on This city's streets are paved with dreams She's hardly ever what she seems my love Think of all the things we used to build here For every soul who's gone A million memories still live here Of immigrants and refugees who built this place into what it once was Into what it once was... Still Does... My city belongs to no one, yet everybody calls this place their home