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Oh town of five by seven squares all nestled in between The mountains high on either side and the fields of brown and green Well I don’t have strength for poetry or nicety I fear So from my soul, I sing to you that you might lend an ear That you might lend an ear I am just a stranger here, nobody knows my face I used to be a somebody but I wandered far from grace I can’t ask more than sympathy and peaceful place to rest For I have wandered many miles with a poison in my chest With a poison in my chest You think you know a thing or two 'bout how to get along And yes, it is one thing or two you know that isn’t wrong Well I’ve spent time with visionaries and charlatans the same But it never was quite clear to me which finger was to blame Which finger was to blame My days are little neighborhoods where different people live Never two to intertwine and not a damn to give For anyone or anything outside of what they know My days are little neighborhoods and in between I go Oh town of five by seven squares all nestled in between The mountains high on either side and the fields of brown and green Well I don’t have strength for poetry or nicety I fear But from my soul I sing to you that you might lend and ear That you might lend an ear, that you might lend an ear Aus Songtexte Mania