SOMEBODY'S CITY (Robert J. Purvis)

People on the underground sit silent as their tubes arrive on time

With faces like immortal stone suppressing what they really feel inside

But who am I to criticize, I'll close my eyes and I'll just keep on walking

Somebody's city, somebody's life

Somebody's city, somebody's life


Smokestacks pointing to the sky and oil forever floating on the river

Impairing all the beauty God created in this life for you and me

But what the hell do I care, I'll pretend it isn't there and I'll keep on walking

Somebody's city, somebody's life


Even outside you find the rush hour's on

You're getting pushed everywhere, you're jammed in doorways

Man, it's so hard to move

Smoke fills the air, my lungs are turning to coal

It's getting so hard to breathe, I'm sorry lady if I'm leaning on you


[trumpet solo]


I feel the time will surely come when everyone will put their hands together

And pray the rain might wash away the filth that we've donated to this land

But in-between what can be done, you dig your graves while I just stand there looking

Somebody's city, somebody's life

Somebody's city, somebody's life

Somebody's city, somebody's life


[guitar solo]


©1974 Ganga Publishing B.V.

lyrics from The Place I Love LP lyric sheet insert
corrections by Tom Brennan


SOMEBODY'S CITY (Robert J. Purvis)
[Live on WCMF-FM in Rochester, November 5, 1975]

People on the underground sit silent as their tubes arrive on time

With faces like immortal stone suppressing what they really feel inside

But who am I to criticize, I'll close my eyes and I'll just keep on walking

Somebody's city, somebody's life

Somebody's city, somebody's life


Smokestacks pointing to the sky and oil forever floating on the river

Impairing all the beauty God created in this life for you and me

But what the hell do I care, I'll pretend it isn't there and I'll keep on walking

Somebody's city, somebody's life


Even outside you find the rush hour's on

You're getting pushed everywhere, you're jammed in doorways

Man, it's so hard to move

Smoke fills the air, my lungs are turning to coal

It's getting so hard to breathe, I'm sorry lady if I'm leaning on you


Somebody's city, somebody's life


I feel the time will surely come when everyone will put their hands together

And pray the rain might wash away the filth that we've donated to this land

But in-between what can be done, you dig your graves while I just stand there looking

Somebody's city, somebody's life

Somebody's city, somebody's life

Somebody's city, somebody's life.


©1974 Ganga Publishing B.V.

lyrics from The Place I Love LP lyric sheet insert
modified by Tom Brennan