dealing with city

there i am sleeping. in my dreams i don't have to deal then my alarm clock makes me get real. outside it's foggy but the message is clear. do i have to deal with the busy the busy city (why why why why why-y-y-y) (why why why why why-y-y-y) all the time i just wanna rest but the world keeps spinning and i try my best the city is winning theres no contest dealing with the city the busy city (why why why why why-y-y-y) (why why why why why-y-y-y) all the people pushing past me i start to cry. then everybody stops and askes me why i can't stop but i sure do try is it just me in this busy city (why why why why why-y-y-y) (why why why why why-y-y-y) now i know why the city is the place i call home there's everywhere and everything you just have to roam it's right next door to that ocean foam i know i know i know i know i know i know now i know who what when where why and how i know up and out and all around because this is my ho-o-o-ometown