Chinatown Bus, 8pm    95 South, heading back again    The sun drops low against a yellow sky    The city looks nice, I don't know why       I came to NY with a 2-day plan    Now it's one week later, and look where I am    Same city, different day, but we're finally leaving town    All I can see are these factories, and I wish I could tear them down       Tompkins Square, a few days back    Some friends, a guitar, and a backpack    They're copping dope, walking off real quick    Coming back, nodding off, it's sad as shit       I know too many good people who have sold their hope    To a broken record and a bag of dope    And it's sad to see a friend fall when you thought the war was won    I act as if that's easy, yeah, it's easier said than done       J Train station, scammed a pass    Heading out to Brooklyn, looking back    Got a big heart and an empty hand    A friend and a pack and tentative plans       Drank 40s til dawn with a bunch of good kids    Went to sleep and woke late just to do it again    Late night biking and punk rock shows, the finer things indeed    Socializing and organizing, spreading the seed       2 hearts beating, a kiss in the dark    A beautiful woman, an industrial park    Manhattan skyline, East River shore    A moment in time never seen before       It's nice to find beauty in a fucked up place    With the poverty and misery this creates    And it's strange to think that one day it'll all come crashing down    And if no ones around to hear it, you think it'll make a sound?       Orange moon glowing, Philadelphia fades,    Straight 48, southbound train    At last we're moving, the warm wind blows    To Baltimore or Pittsburgh, who really knows    I'm thinking about her, it's probably 3am    Heading free through the Appalachian Mountains    I'm awake, my eyes wide open, another day's ahead    One lung pumps for the living, the other pumps for the dead