It's 4:30 in the morn' I'm tattered, tired and torn. Trying to keep up the

pace, this ain't my home, this ain't my place. The candle keeps on burning at

this point there's no returning. The policy is clear, anything goes when you

are here. Almost anything goes from the nightclubs to the shows. Almost

anything goes from the haircuts to the clothes. Almost anything goes from your

head down to your toes. Almost anything goes, does this place ever close? I

wanna wake up in a city that likes to go to bed. Where they know what time of

day it is but I'm stuck here instead. The rules are disregarded so it's time

we all got started moving at this hyperspeed this city seems to need. Nice

place to visit but I don't wanna die here. I stay on my toes whereever I go

by. I was killing all my money, killing brain cells just as fast. I was

killing all my money, spending brain cells just as fast. So I'll grab a taxi

cab, head somewhere I can crash. Driver, port authority. Home's my destination.

Don't wake me up till we're near Park Street Station. There's this electric

lure that's sometimes so attractive but I'd rather hang my hat on a hook

that's not so active. I was walking on the wild side, I was in that state of

mind. The neon lights were bright but I'll be leaving them behind. Big city of

dreams can be a nightmare. A knife, a fork a bottle, a cork I'm outta here