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Downtown (Where's the Ground?)

What’s with all the money behind all the smiles?
They act like they’re good but pave the town for miles
I don’t know who’s side they think they’re on
A dime in their pocket is the price of a tree or a fawn

You’re not gettin’ me to honor or carry the water
For the progress of man when signs beg on the corner
We build while the cost of a cigarette goes up
Scrapping by under bright lights won’t fill up my cup

I’m ashamed of my part
Making money, spending time apart
It’s become more important than family
Covering our earth is all that’s left to do
So somebody can be proud of selling a room
To those who complain the music’s too loud

I can’t see around the steel or hear over the sound
I’d rather the wood and ore stay in the ground
No matter what they say it only hurts the poor
They can’t afford a hi-rise with a sculptured door

I’ll walk down the street and buy my coffee
But all I can think of is living in the country
How long before it’s a thing of the past?
I can’t smile in the shadow a building has cast

I’m ashamed of my part
Making money, spending time apart
It’s become more important than family
Covering our earth is all that’s left to do
So somebody can be proud of selling a room
To those who complain the music’s too loud

© 2022 Mark Lecuona