A Tale of Three Cities

Just crossing the street you can hear two heartbeats
One of them's yours, the other explores the tunnels beneath your feet
Bright Chinatown lights light up the fish at night
Little Italy's next, the banners I expect, hung over the streets just right
And you hit Coney Island on Saturday night, try and win someone a prize
You ride on the Cyclone and Wonder Wheel twice and see in the fire-eater's eyes
A surprise

Hey, this is the place I belong
I recognize that accordion song
Hey, this is the place I belong
Until the rest of the world is gone

On the opposite coast I like the weather most
Seventy degrees, slight ocean breeze, never long pants or coats
El Indio Shop, that's where I like to stop
When I get off the plane it's hard to explain, all of my cares just drop
And you go see the Padres one warm summer night, Tony Gwynn's still on the team
There're fireworks every night, yes and my dad, doesn't existence here seem
Like a dream

Hey, this is the place I belong
Tell me the words to that Mexican song
Hey, this is the place I belong
Until the rest of the world is gone

New York is fast, San Diego is slow, London is right in between
Where will I live when I grow up and have everything?

Fly into Heathrow, take the tube when you go
Pop up by Big Ben, go walking and then, see five thousand things you know
In Trafalger Square no football riots are there
But there's always tonight as the Piccadilly Lights cause you to stop and stare
And you look all around you at people that talk like this is just everyday life
You walk round the corner and into the park feeling that you're just a trifle
Small

Hey, this is the place I belong
Trips to the continent aren't very long
Hey, this is the place I belong
Until the rest of the world is gone

Hey, this is the place I belong
Hundreds more cities to add to this song
Hey, this is the place I belong
Until the rest of the world is gone

©2002 Paul Solecki