Is it too late to come on home Are all those bridges now old stone Can the city forgive, I hear its sad song Without your love I'll be So long and lost, are you missing me But it's too late to come on home Lost in the fog, these hollow hills Blood

'Round and 'round they go Throw it up, watch it fall and drop Than to get down in a hole 1500, all in singles (straight up!) Rather be strapped and ride with a pole Champions, we run the city Number one, they fallin' from the top 'Round and 'round they

Airplanes cut through the clouds Like angels can fly, we'll never die Sirens cut through the night Like screams that are fire, rising up high Like I've something to prove, nothing to lose In this city, in this city oh Most of my life

Just know that I'm already home If only New York wasn't so far away I promise the city won't get in our way When you're scared and alone, You say love is what you put into it You say that I'm losing my will Don't you know that you're all that I think

Late nights in the city, causin' hell Burn this bitch into the ground, oh well If all we got tonight, let's do this right Let's do this right Let's go to (paradise) When you right here, I come alive One more hit and we can fly This shit feel like

Since you been got in the big city Well, you been startin' treatin' me wrong Your mama and your daddy done told me, baby Not to bring you to the South And the bright lights knocked you out I'm gonna send you back to Walker You had nothin' when I met you,

They know that it's almost over They know that it's almost In time, I will leave the city For now, I will stay alive Of tending to this fire I've used up all I've collected I have singed my hands

And I don't know what to feel Birds will sing if we fall Midnight dust on the floor Watch it turn into gold And I don't even know what's real I'm the truth in disguise, I'm in love with your lies 'Cause I can't breath, can't settle down No I don't know

Que pasa, New York? New York City, back in New York City, New York City Standing on the corner Just me and Yoko Ono We was waiting for Jerry to land Up come a man with a guitar in his hand Singing, "Have a marijuana if you can" His name was David Peel

Light as a feather But hard as a rock First see the city sky lights Shining from my room Your such a sight to see In the month of June Beautiful like the moons Reflection when its passing off your skin