The drunken language of a beat The city speaks it reeks it creaks it keeps Two thousand feet of tunnels below Structure above It's a kind of concrete jungle love
Hey, I remember you Smoking up fifth avenue Joking 'bout all the ladies wrapped in fur Racing by like a snapshot motion blur
And times They don't stay the same Memories ride in a picture frame So you fade in the distance from a train Always thought we would meet again
Where did you go Overboard and undertow What does it mean Where did you go Overboard and undertow What does it mean Dragging round this heavy dream What did you find Under the New York sky