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