text: Ill say it again this is not my city
  I dont belong looking for a town of plenty
  There werent these thieves
  We had some thing in common
  Goals to achieve
  We had some thing in common
  In a town of plenty
  Cant you see it, this is not my writing
  I only asked if this was a town of plenty
  There were many archives
  We had no media
  Only art survived there
  Yeah we had no media
  In a town of plenty
  And laid across the airstrip
  Were the passports and the luggage
  All that once remained
  Of a rugged individual
  And laid across the airstrip
  Were the passports and the luggage
  I came looking for a town of plenty
  Ill say it again, this is not my city
  I only asked if this was a town of plenty
  There were many archives
  We had no media
  Only art survived there
  Yeah we had no media
  In a town of plenty
  And laid across the airstrip
  Were the passports and the luggage
  All that once remained
  Of a rugged individual
  And laid across the airstrip
  Were the passports and the luggage
  I came looking for a town of plenty