They said this city is like an onion
All these layers you can peel back
old city, south street, center city
South, west, north
to that little side street you call Home
Then you can picture the whole place in your head
Know how to feel about each one of these spots
Who lives there and how they feel
And why you can’t go to Those Corners
Because that’s the last time you saw them
And you knew it would be
Then you remember That Bar
Because you were in love there
And you made friends there
You don’t go that often
But those nights are always in your heart
This city is an onion, and these layers
Have been peeled back
cooked on cheesesteaks
You ate it up over and over
Sometimes you felt too full of it all
But it’s always delicious