We wished away almost everyday
Wishing we would come to life
But the city struck was wasted on my part
As tomorrows turned to yesterdays
And it's the hardest thing to solve it
Cause the things I sought have aged in their prime

Vancouver aches with growing pains
And New York's lights, they burn in vain
And Chicago's daze has blown away
And Boston hills are hard to climb
Oh all calls for new land seeking
Were drown out by simple reasons

And not for all the love
And not for all the love
And not for all the love
And not for all the love, love, love

Still cities beg in their busy ways
And how the oceans come to life
But their promise steers to closing ears
And water waves to sandy eyes
Oh the calls for new land seeking
Were drown out by simple reasons

And not for all the love
And not for all the love
And not for all the love
And not for all the love, love, love

And not for all the love
And not for all the love
And not for all the love
And not for all the love, love, love