I'm a stranger here, this is not my home
The place I love is all but gone
Technology, not humanity
in this concrete jungle of glass and steel
Eight lanes of traffic, four on each side
Shiny metal boxes in which we hid
Headed towards somewhere, really going nowhere
The stress and tension slowly rise
The future is now, yesterday is the past
At this rate-of-change how long can we last
The hearts I've held, my touch dispelled
The place I love has become un-well
Days and years pass, but the weather stays the same
Another year old, another lived in shame
Sometimes when I think about the struggle to survive
Is everything we've gained really worth the price?
The future is now, yesterday is the past
At this rate-of-change how long can we last
The hearts I've held, my touch dispelled
The place I love has become un-well

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