Top of the City

03:43
Ellen O'Meara
2013
Ellen O'Meara

Lyrics

When you think of it

Up high on the lonesome hill

Send me your love

I'll pass it along

 

This ol' weather vane

Tellin' lies again

But I feel the pretty blue breeze

It won't ever lie to me

 

Power lines

Treat the birds all right

My hands are tied

To my back tonight

And isn't it a peculiar sight

For to see the top of the city

 

I knew you well

And I loved you well

Now I'm just a bird on a thin black wire

And I wish you well

 

Power lines

Treat the birds all right

My hands are tied

To my back tonight

And isn't it a peculiar sight

For to see the top of the city