Toy-like people make me boy-like I sink myself in hair upon my lover I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my error You click a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways through the club

Gonna hitch a ride Head for the other side Leave it all behind Never change my mind Gonna sail away Sun lights another day Freedom on my mind Carry me away for the last time Day is night in New York City