One by one they all are gone
One by one they all are gone the mixes the beats the fantastic breeze
The tire swing at the lake empty the wild strawberries go unpicked
All for the glory of smog people and concrete
Will the feet ever get used to standing on solid hard man made ground
Mixed to provide a foundation over mother earth
The house mowed down the fields are paved over
all is now the City
All is now the city
All Is Now The City
The Works of Joseph Sloan 