Lyrics:

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