I'll say it again
This is not my city
I don't belong
Looking for a town of plenty
There weren't these thieves
We had something in common
Goals to achieve
We had some thing in common
Woh oh oh
In a town of plenty
Ooh can't you see it,
This is not my writing
I only asked
If this was a town of plenty
There were many archives
We had no media
Only art survived there
Yeah we had no media
Woh oh oh
In a town of plenty
And laid across the airstrip
Were the passports and the luggage
All that once remained
Of a rugged individual
And laid across the airstrip
Were the passports and the luggage
Woh oh oh I came looking for a town of plenty