Ride Into the Sun

Lookin' for another chance

Of someone else to be

Lookin' for another place

To ride into the sun

Ride into the sun

Ride into the sun

Ride into the sun

Ride into the sun

Where everything seems so pretty

But, if you're tired and you're sick of the city

Remember that it's just a flower made out of clay

Oh-oh-oh, the city

Where everything seems so pretty

But, if you're tired and you're filled with self-pity

Remember, that you're just one more person who's there

It's hard to live in the city

It's hard to live in the city

Whoa-whoa-whoa

It's hard to live in the city

Whoa-whoa-whoa

It's hard to live in the city