I got out of the bus After an overnight ride It was raining like hell And there was nowhere to hide So I took a city bike To the opposite bank And hoped for the best Hoped I wouldn't crash The traffic was heavy I was soaking wet Wanted to turn at the crossing But slipped on the road instead At first I couldn't breath But it didn't hurt I got back on my feet And started to walk down In the city where I live Where I hardly know anyone Where the streets are wide The girls are pretty My flat is close to the sky Where I think of you But you're not here And I can't call you all the time In the city that I now call home Thanks for having me at your place It was a really nice weekend We catched up like we hadn't for years And I finally met your girlfriend