The boulevard is bustling 
vast and wrinkled muslin 
Is all over my eyes 
and I know I don't belong 

There is a noise inside of me 
That bustles asymmetrically 
Oh how have I to balance 
Those sounds into a song 

It's time to let your hair down 
and give yourself permission 
it takes courage and control 
but you start by letting go 

The city's an analogy 
For things building inside of me 
This chaos and this discourse 
Still we move along 

The chaos hangs of symmetry 
and all her words of poetry 
and that's the kind of city 
which I want to belong 

It's time to let your hair down 
and give yourself permission 
It takes courage and control 
but you start by letting go 

All I think, I feel, I see 
All that this place is not me 
I want to be alone, but be wild and free 
Oh he who asks receives 

It's time to let your hair down 
and give yourself permission 
It takes courage and control 
but you start by letting go