Too much pain, too much sorrow  Eyes bone dry, get on with our tomorrows  I wake up in a pool of tears and sweat  Cryin' for some friends I ain't never even met  Then I hear the drone of a low-flyin' plane  And oh my God, here we go again!    Skyscrapers blowin' up inside my head  Screamin' at a fireman whose radio is dead  Flyin' in a chopper over the Towers  Get out of there, my sisters and brothers  I been tellin' everybody since 1993  These radios are gonna be the death of me  Ain't no smoke without a fire  The people want answers not patronizin'  Somethin' goin' down, New York Town  Somethin' goin' down  Somethin' goin' down, New York Town  Somethin' goin' down    I been talkin' to a man from the CIA  Hey we got you covered, kid, everything is okay  Then why the hell ain't we had an investigation  It's just too complicated  'sides you just don't get the political implications  And you sound like a commie from the United Nations.    Too man friends, too many heroes  Dust in the wind - Ground Zero  Too many cowboys, too many martyrs  Too many questions, not enough answers  Was no one lookin' out for us, is that so simplistic  Brothers and sisters all becomin' statistics    Ain't no smoke.    I dreamed I saw the White House - an oil well in the yard  Was I just bein' paranoid?  SUVs, SOBs, gas guzzlers  Didn't conservation go out with Jimmy Carter  Is it just me and my imagination  Or have we sold out the very spirit of this nation?    The talkin' heads are chattering on television  In between ads - the new religion  I wish they'd leave me here just broken-hearted  Right back where I started  Then I hear the rumble of a low flyin' plane  And, oh my God, this thing is happenin' again    Ain't no smoke    Orphan of the Storm  Get off the plane at Kennedy  Got a dream in your heart  Though it's down in your boots  Got a hundred quid in your pocket  And a couple of addresses  In Woodside and the Bronx  And you fit in like a fist in a glove  With the other hard chaws on the gang  Some are runnin' from themselves  Some are runnin' from God and man  And you drink to dull the memory  Of why you strayed from home  To the concrete fields of New York City  An orphan of the storm    The gangerman looks at you  Respect in his eyes  He knows you'll work until you drop  'Cause there's a black rage eatin' away inside you  You'd walk through walls, son  Before you'd ever give up  And at night you're like a phantom  Nailin' every you one you can  It's better than lyin' awake in the dark  Thinkin' of her with another man  But she'll never take your dreams away  That's not why you've come  To the canyoned streets of New York City  An orphan of the storm    You only went back once  You just had to be sure  Kindness in her eyes  You saw only pity there  So drink up your Jamesons whiskey  Wash it down with pints  Obliteration on the rocks  Then out of here in the dawn's hungover light    So you put her far behind you  You hardly think of her anymore  Well, maybe on a rainy Sunday night  You're the gangerman yourself now  Got a new job down the Trades  And every little thing's gonna be alright  Then they blew you to sweet Jesus  On that grand September day  Not a cloud on your horizon  Your heart finally okay  But they couldn't take your dreams away  They were not for sale or loan  On the shattered streets of New York City  This orphan has finally come home