The boulevard is bustling
A vast and wrinkled muscling
Is all over my eyes and
I know I don't belong
There is a noise inside of me
That bustles asymmetrically
Oh, how have I to balance
Those sounds into a song
It's time to let your hair down
and give yourself permission
It takes courage and control
but you start by letting go
The city's an analogy
For things building inside of me
This chaos and this discourse
Still we move along
The chaos hangs of symmetry
and all her words of poetry
and that's the kind of city
which I want to belong
It's time to let your hair down
and give yourself permission
It takes courage and control
but you start by letting go
All I think, I feel, I see
All that this place is not me
I want to be alone, but be wild and free
Oh, he who asks receives
It's time to let your hair down
and give yourself permission
It takes courage and control
but you start by letting go
