Horse The Band

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 swollen skies
I"ll come to you
Over clandestine sidewalks
I"ll come to you
Crashing through dead leaves
Crashing!