I'm on the high ridge looking down. On how we are evolving in it all. If I get back then I'll be grateful. Look there's a billboard on the moon. Let me take you this far. This crossing isn't far for me. There's lightning in the storm clouds. And I'll send you there this day. You got me lost in Magic City. You got me questioning it all. I hope that I make it home by Wednesday. And this Magic City lets me go. (Magic City). (Magic City). (Magic City). (Magic City). You put me up there in the penthouse. And painted me in the whites and blue. But I filled the canyon with my ego. Look there's a billboard on the moon. You got me lost in Magic City. You got me questioning it all. I hope that I make it home by Wednesday. And this Magic City lets me go