I'll say it again this is not my city I don't belong looking for a town of plenty There weren't these thieves We had some thing in common Goals to achieve We had some thing in common In a town of plenty Can't you see it, this is not my writing I only asked if this was a town of plenty There were many archives We had no media Only art survived there Yeah we had no media In a town of plenty And laid across the airstrip Were the passports and the luggage All that once remained Of a rugged individual And laid across the airstrip Were the passports and the luggage I came looking for a town of plenty I'll say it again, this is not my city I only asked if this was a town of plenty There were many archives We had no media Only art survived there Yeah we had no media In a town of plenty