Why would anybody live out here? Miles from town and nowhere near All the things that make the world go round. And nothing to do and nothing to see No takeaway, cable TV We just sit out back and watch the sun go down. Let's all move into the city And breathe each other's air And get to know your neighbour Much more than you might care to We'll live in little boxes a way up in the sky. Go to work and come back home, Go to work and come back home, Go to work and come back home, Until the day we die. No wine bars, no boutiques No mardi gras, no fashion week and We ain't made the evening news in years. You can cut the quiet with a knife No sirens screaming, no flashing lights It's enough to bore a man to tears. X 2