We walked all night in the pouring rain  Made the coast by morning  Found an old abandoned carnival by the sea  There were no seats on the ferris wheel  And only one horse on the carousel  So I jumped on his back to get a ride for free    Free like the wind rising up the Eastern shore  Blowing back my un-tucked shirt tail  Filling up my empty pockets  And a song was coming to me  But by night I couldn’t hear it anymore    Anymore  I’ve stopped dreaming of love  Anymore  I can’t believe the things I’m thinking of  Anymore, anymore    Mirrah, she’s a friend of mine  She gives her love to artists  It’s her way of brushing her humanity  She stays long enough to feel the pain  And to fill up on their vision  When she’s drunk she says she’s still in love with me    Me, I spend my days singing new songs on the subway  For the ones who stop to listen  Who will pay me mind or money  And I go right on singing as the train rolls in  To take them far away    Far away  they miss the best part of the show  Far away  for a place they don’t really wanna go  Far away, far away    Well I went to see this friend of mine  He lives down in New York City  Says that’s the only place a poet needs to be  Says there’s life outside the window pane  And benches by the river  And a song in every stranger’s eyes you see    See me on the street with my pocket pad of paper  Making sense of all the madness  With my crisp iambic meter  And nobody dares to tell me  New York City doesn’t need me after all    After all  I am just a mortal man  After all  I’m just trying to do the very best I can  After all, after all, after all    these lyrics are submitted by burkul