New York

I've been living in New York for seven years,now I'm not. Winter's cold and long, summer's hot. Spending all my days just keeping what I got, trying to write the words to a song. And everybody else is getting on, everybody else. Came here on my own on a long summer drive from the desert to the east shining sea, and in the hidden valley I found the sweetest stars in the sky so I sat up at the top of the tree. And everybody else was dancing free, everybody else. Traveled over the ocean, I've seen sun from many sides. I've seen strong men crawl and babies rise. Ridden on the last train out to Brooklyn late at night, stuck in with the water on my feet. And everybody else was fast asleep, everybody else.