Drake Nick At The Chime Of A City Clock Lyrics

At The Chime Of A City Clock Lyrics

A city freeze

 Get on your knees

 Pray for warmth and green paper.

 A city drought

 You're down and out

 See your trousers don't taper.

 Saddle up

 Kick your feet

 Ride the range of a London street

 Travel to a local plane

 Turn around and come back again.

 

 And at the chime of the city clock

 Put up your road block

 Hang on to your crown.

 For a stone in a tin can

 Is wealth to the city man

 Who leaves his armour down.

 

 Stay indoors

 Beneath the floors

 Talk with neighbours only.

 The games you play

 Make people say

 You're either weird or lonely.

 A city star

 Won't shine too far

 On account of the way you are

 And the beads 

 Around your face

 Make you sure to fit back in place.

 

 And at the beat of the city drum

 See how your friends come in twos;

 Or threes or more.

 For the sound of a busy place

 Is fine for a pretty face

 Who knows what a face is for.

 

 The city clown

 Will soon fall down

 Without a face to hide in.

 And he will lose

 If he won't choose

 The one he may confide in.

 Sonny boy

 With smokes for sale

 Went to ground with a face so pale

 And never heard

 About the change

 Showed his hand and fell out of range.

 

 In the light of a city square

 Find out the face that's fair

 Keep it by your side.

 When the light of the city falls

 You fly to the city walls

 Take off with your bride.

 

 But at the chime of a city clock

 Put up your road block

 Hang on to your crown.

 For a stone in a tin can

 Is wealth to the city man

 Who leaves his armour down.