Brewster-Neeson-Brewster)



Inside the canyons of glass and towering steel

the shadows and the footsteps that never stop to feel

the lights have changed from red to green

and 'yes I've changed my mind'

I pick up the phone and tell someone

'just get off my line!'



Up on the corner, newsboy's daily blues

of love and life and accidents and passing stranger's views

the valet hold no heroes

'the dealer holds' he said

the sun goes down, the lights come up

wheels turn in y'r head



You make connections

you win elections

that ain't gonna be enough



Cause the city is out of control

the city is out of control

the city can't you hear it

crying out of control?



Runnin' out of time -- you know it

put it on the line -- it's loaded

fear erodes, hate explodes

can't hold back now

take your passion to the streets



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