Man Made Lake
I'm gonna walk these streets of cold concreteLike I'm a ghost searching for its graveThen I'll dwell by the edge of this man made lakeAnd descend into the city that holds no place for me
But the streets with no stir of lifeAnd all the houses on the streets are wholly submergedThen I'll gather the leaves from the cell phone treesAnd return them to their place and pretend someone's calling for meSomeone's calling for me, someone's calling for me