Penthouse
Location
I'm coming home and the trip from work feels good
and I know there'll be no nieghbors and no woods
It's sweet to have the leisure suite
a city of smoke beneath my feet
and everyone is working as they should
No vestige of a parkway love
I climbed the heavens up above
to sit and stare at an unfamiliar view
until I finally recognized
the world, the city, the power lines
that hid the lives of everyone I knew
This Penthouse is no friend of mine
It smiles not, it refuses to shine
and everytime I leave it feels so wrong
I leave, and the indigent see me walk
I hear their voices; they never talk
They wonder where i've been for so long
I'm coming home, though it took longer than it should
Back to my neighbors and back to my woods