To Carthage then I came
As a young boy lost in the promise of
The steady beating heart
Of the metropolis

But I spent so long here beneath
The dim street lighting
That I strained my eyes and
Lost the finesse of thy fine handwriting

It's not like I need it these days
My letters home have been
Getting shorter, I can't concentrate if
I can't secure a source of clean water

But there's never a drop to drink
In these concrete furrows
My anger is Vesuvius casting its shadow
I spent so long walking across bridges
Failing to appreciate
The sweating rivers flow escaping

Leaving the city streets
Tinderbox dry and it's oh so tempting
My fatigue is San Andreas
Shuddering slow
I mark my lintel with bloodstains and
Dream of suburbs up in flames

Every evening when I arrive
Back at home and
Finally lock my front door
Carthagio Est Delenda
And the pavements are
Beaches once more

The alarm wakes me
The concrete is back in its place
As I trudge through the streets
At the break of day

It's the river that calls me away
The river flows outside of town
If I could follow it to the sea
I'd wash the sweat right off of me

So break my legs and weigh me down
Throw me in but I won't drown
I'll float away, go down the stream
The river flows outside the city