Harlem Roulette

Unknown engines underneath the city

Steam pushing up in billows through the grates

Frankie Lymon's tracking "Seabreeze" in a studio in Harlem

It's 1968

Just a pair of tunes to hammer out

Everybody's off the clock by 10

The loneliest people in the whole wide world

Are the ones you're never going to see again

Feels so free when I hit the avenue

Nothing like a New York summer night

Every dream's a good dream; even awful dreams are good dreams

If you're doing it right

Remember soaring higher than the clouds

Get pretty sentimental now and then

The loneliest people in the whole wide world

Are the ones you're never going to see again

And four hours north of Portland, a radio flips on

And some no one from the future remembers that you're gone

Armies massing in the dusky distance

Ghosted in the ribbon microphone

Leave a little mark on something, maybe

Take the secret circuit home

Nothing in the shadows but the shadow hands

Reaching out to sad, young, frightened men

The loneliest people in the whole wide world

Are the ones you're never going to see again

Yeah, the loneliest people in the whole wide world

Are the ones you're never going to see again