Waking up in New York City   Dreaming about how it all began   Bright lights, big city   New Amsterdam and the Indians   you called me in tears   and it looks like rain   I walk south   through our playground   civilization's honeycomb   taxi, taxi, taxi   warm and pungent seats   take me across the bridge   i can't be late   I'm heavy with you through cold morning avenues   rushing with the rabble under gluttonous swelling skies      I'll come to you   over clandestine sidewalks   I'll come to you   CRASHING through dead leaves   CRASH-ING!!!!!!   i'll come to you   counting cracks in the sidewalks   i'll come to you   CRASHING   the crosswalk says stop   but there you are   flickers of a picture   between the static of cars   and it's a relief    that these walls are so high   like arms that hold us together   waiting for a green light   go- go- go-   STOP!   go- go- go-   STOP!   We embrace in the heart of our city   On wet broken sidewalks we're free