Baby, baby, don't be late   The world is ending I can't change   The way I feel about you now   New York is cold as ever   But still I go out every night   And hide myself among the lights   Bathe in all the pretty things the city brings   The bodies glisten and they shine   Like the stars we're born to die   And like these roses we all will fade      I'm counting the cars on the freeway below   Lost in the music all the foolishness of our lives   Speeding out of control   Lost in the music in the music      Baby, baby, please don't cry   Wipe the guilt out from your eyes   And leave your conscience on the bed   There's no one innocent here   In the mirror you'll find faith   Plastic flowers never fade but we all turn to grey      I'm counting the cars on the freeway below   Lost in the music all the foolishness of our lives   Speeding out of control   Lost in the music in the music      I'm counting the cars on the freeway below   Counting the lights   In the end of it all      I'm counting the cars on the freeway below   Lost in the music   in the music   in the music   in the music   in the music   in the music   in the music.