Under the only tree on orchard street I slipped away, I slipped away, and bureaucrats in restaurants and
All my friends in coffee shops and chic-y downtown bars, and we are the triumphant parts of these brilliant machines
You’ll find me jaywalking in September through angry cars
Sing me this city symphony, sing to the cold in my heart
Three hundred thousand people in subway cars,
These streets of gritty harmonies, this little hole in the dark
These changes creeping down my street these days, there’s nowhere to stay,
there’s nowhere to stay,
Just pushing through to what I knew
You’ll find me..
And are you just like me? And are you moving too? And is it what you need or just what you do? Is this the last stop for you too?
And are you just like me? And are you moving too? A constant wandering path where we’ll always pursue this New York portrait we once knew

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