Rhythm

There's a rhythm in the city, can you feel it? It's the swagger on the streets The sweet beats and straight release It's the ebb and flow of people And it's the rain down my window When you're in it, you feel alive Part of something that's deep inside You feel connected to the web Not dead but alive instead And as the rainy sheets And hoveled streets fly by I look carefully and love the city And I remember that wherever life leads me Pulsing deep inside, will always be my rhythm The rhythm of my city