Terre D'Ange

Alone, a stranger in a strange land
My companion, my one connection to my past
does but follow
It is up to me
I haggle, I ask, I survive
The ever following rain at my back
The glances of the locals at my pack
Loathing, Curiosity and a hint of "he dares?!"
Yes I dare, yes I am here
I do not speak your language,
I do not wear your fashion
I do not think like you
The haughty arrogance of these people
It fein matches my own
I wanted Terre D'Ange
I got street urchins and tourist traps
Impatient words and mumbled curses
Yeah, I saw your city in a day
Snapped a picture everywhere I was expected to
Walked from monument to meaningless monument
Now I want to leave
Warmer hearts await me, I hope
Kinder smiles and the promise of a life
Not even the women are worth staying here
The ones in Portland a carbon copy
Hipsters...they are everywhere
I wanted Terre D'Ange
But I got Paris, and Paris?
Man, Fuck Paris.