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An office with a window like some island in the sky
Looks down upon the river that was made for you and I
Now water is our lifeline though it's scorned by some in haste
Who see it as a vessel to lay the city waste
We'll build you urban meccas, the candidates they cry
They're running on renewal with a twinkle in their eye
Soon pilgrims will be pouring into brand new shopping malls
Sell the projects down the river before the market falls
Driftwood
Floating down like driftwood
Laying down and bowing to the bay
Carry me away like driftwood
Harvest all the tourists and winnow them like wheat
Bring in all the right kind, not those people off the street
It's a losing proposition to champion their cause
We can bring the folks in here who pay taxes and heed laws
Driftwood
Floating down like driftwood
Laying down and bowing to the bay
Carry me away like driftwood
Floating down like driftwood
Floating down like driftwood
All you tired and huddled masses
Welcome to the golden shore
The city isn't paradise, and progress nothing new
But there's something to be said about this shopping with a view
Still when offices talk homelessness, it doesn't mean a thing
When their closest dream of heaven is Disneyland in spring
Driftwood
Floating down like driftwood
Laying down and bowing to the bay
Carry me away like driftwood
Floating down like driftwood
Laying down and bowing to the bay
Carry me away like driftwood
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