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