She's a swan in the city
She belongs to the melody line
Every push is a promise
Every pull is a bottle of wine
I'm a gull in the gutter
I belong to the clutter and rain
She's a swan in the city
And I let her get away
I should be gone, and on to another fair maiden by now
Shoot for the spring, put wing to the water and soar out of this town
But I'll be here when the winter trades the color for the white
And she'll be gone and on to another sky
She is lost to the lions
She believes in the heavier things
Every kiss has a cadence
Every kill has the courage of kings
I'm a sheep to the slaughter
I'm asleep in a watery grave
She is lost to the lions
And I let her get away
I should be gone, and on to another fair maiden by now
Shoot for the spring, put wing to the water and soar out of this town
But I'll be here when the winter trades the color for the gray
And she'll be gone and on, she'll be gone and on
I should be gone, and on to another fair maiden by now
Head for the south, the mouth of the river that cuts across this ground
But I'll be here when the winter drains the summer from the sun
And she'll be gone and on, she'll be gone and on to another love
She's a swan in the city
She belongs to the melody line
Every push is a promise
Every pull is a bottle of wine