Red Dons - This City

There's nothing for me
In this city
What a waste of time
Nothing works out at all
Nothing works out at all

Well, the road it greets me
Oh, so warmly
Though I'm here now
You know I can't stay long
I'm just a wanderer's child
Searching for my home

There's nothing for me
In this city
What a waste of time
Nothing works out at all
Nothing works out at all

Just this morning
The sun was shining
On a place where I've never been
So I packed my bags and hit the road again
You know it's not that close
But it's not too far
For a wanderous child
For a vagabond

(Be)cause there's nothing for me
In this city
What a waste of time
Nothing works out at all
Nothing works out at all
Nothing works out at all

Written by:
CHRIS MCHENRY, MARK IRVING, SCOTT BURNS, SEAN MCCOLE

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Lyrics © Sentric Music

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