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