the subway car smells like an animal's cage

and don't you feel like the captain riding in a rage

oh the city's sweet as cider...sours with age



the toss between fear and freedom

looking for a familiar sign

and the man sitting next to you says "hey baby, can you spare a dime?"

oh the city's sweet as cider... sours in time



you turn to see his pants from 1965 with the holes in the pockets and the

fly open wide

and just when he starts to make you nervous, suddenly he starts to cry

oh the city's sweet as cider...passes some people by



and on the other side of the darkness

where the tunnel closes inside

you can only come out even in this town

but girl, you have come out alright

oh the city's sweet as cider...isn't sweet at night

no the city's sweet as cider...isn't sweet at night