I look up at the night
In my rural hometown
Where the only light source
Is the moon and evening stars
And no car to be seen for miles
On the dirt road
And in this darkness we come out
To build a fire
We drink as much as we want
We play our music a loud as went
We yell as loud as we want
We shoot off fireworks wherever we want
No one can hears us
In our quiet little town
I look around at the city that never sleeps
The trains go by
The cars honk at each other
The brakes squeal at every stop
The people shout with their headphones in their ears
They march and they march
With no break in site
The lights stay on
With no stars in their future
Just the buildings to be seen as gods
And somewhere between these two cultures
In The Empire State
I’m expected to fit in
