Under the bright lights that inspired
below the bridges which you so admire
I saw faces in the fire
and watched the children burn like Paris
and fall like Rome
Extinguish these words with your bright eyed
newly arrived optimism
but I've got native New York nuances
Call me a subway cynic
I ride through boroughs
on borrowed time and broken dreams
telling myself and anyone who will listen,
"Your tears mean nothing here.
This city is a vampire out for blood!"
I saw faces in the fire
and watched the children burn like Paris
and fall like Rome
Extinguish these words with your bright eyed
newly arrived optimism
but I've got native New York nuances
Call me a subway cynic
I ride through boroughs
on borrowed time and broken dreams
telling myself and anyone who will listen,
"Your tears mean nothing here.
This city is a vampire out for blood!"








