The city is killing me.

There's just something about this hotel
Got me wishin' I was dead.
Got to get out of New York City,
Somewhere I can clear my head.

I was just kickin' along the sidewalk,
No one looks you in the eye,
No one asks you how you doin',
Don't seem to care if you live or die.

I just got to get me somewhere,
Somewhere that I can feel free,
Get me out of New York City, son,
New York City's killin' me.

I get so tired of all this concrete.
I get so tired of all this noise.
Gotta get back up in the country,
And have a couple drinks with the good ole' boys.

I just got to get me somewhere,
Somewhere that I can be free,
Get me out of New York City, son,
New York City's killin' me.


~This is the song in heart right now... I just found this song tonight, and it explains exactly how I feel. (Just replace NYC with Philly.) It gave me chills...