Sometimes living for the moment, Sometimes going with the flow, Sometimes professing to be an exponent Of the quiet life While night life surrounds me I sit and go crazy alone.
Too many people and too little action Too much exterior acting, too little inside... Yet I still feel that manic attraction. I've lived in the city for most of my life And suppose I'll be there when I die, Still going through the same old motions Still qualifying everything I say, Responding urbanely to every emotion. The city life freaks me, The city life feeds me, The city life blows me away.