Puting a face to the name

I cannot wait for the day...the day I get away From the cold manufactured buildings And the forced smiles and firm handshakes That day...the day I get away There will be genuine buildings With battle wounds left from the wars And the people will have genuine frowns Or smiles, whatever they feel at the moment A place where you can differentiate between your dreams and reality When I get to that place...that special day I will be unassuming, just drifting along On the uneven cobblestone I will not try to understand or emulate the people I will just be...