Ben Kweller

Sometimes I wish I had a farm
Where the only pollution is your cigarettes
Where your mind is clear.
But I like it here in my small space.
New York's the place where the sidewalks know my face
As I walk to
My apartment, the home where I hide
Away from all the darkness outside.
I'm there all the time.
Bikes ride to the park and city pools.
It's summer now; empty the school.