(Not) Just a City

What is happening to New Orleans is unfathomable.

To it, I dedicate this precious song of my youth. It's called "Just a City" and to me, has always perfectly described (especially if you hear it vocalized to the music) one's inexplicable love of a place, for the reason that places, unlike people, are nearly always guaranteed to be there.

it's so near to me
it's so dear to me
i see it in my sleep
and i always know if i've nowhere to go
it's somewhere i could be
and i see you at night in the city lights
but it could change so easily

it's just a city
and on nights like this i feel small in this world
it's just a city
i am just a girl

it seems to me that once you stop walking
you don't want to know, you stop wanting to see
your eyes get used to the same old story
once you stop talking to strangers

it's just a city
and on nights like this i feel small in this world
it's just a city
i am just a girl

out of place, out of time
nothing to hold me, nothing mine
but i'm always told "there's no hurry don't go
there's nothing but time"
how do they know?

it's so near to me
it's so dear to me
i see it in my sleep
and i always know if i've nowhere to go
it's somewhere i could be

it's just a city
and on nights like this i feel small in this world
it's just a city
and i am just a girl