Less Cities, More Moving People

Another home falls by the wayside
 A few old cushions stuffed with pride
 A hand is shaking from the rubble
 This spirit is still alive
 A servant bares his occupation
 Breaks his back just growing old
 Never mind his views were taken
 Just saw by the rules of old
 Less cities, more moving people
 Rushing out with pride
 Less cities, more moving people
 These hands that once were tied
 A church bell rang for the occasion
 The average man learns what's in store
 Now he sees where life was taken
 Fighting heat, but growing cold
 Less cities, more moving people
 Rushing out with pride
 Less cities, more moving people
 Hands that once were tied
 Is this what we call education
 Just watch the wheel of time revolve
 But why is this not what I'm thinking
 Just one mind and the unknown
 Less cities, more moving people
 Rushing out with pride
 Less cities, more moving people
 Who just forgot their lives
 Less cities, more moving people
 Rushing out with pride
 Less cities, more moving people
 Who just forgot their lives