Lyrics:

In a tired part of the city Hiding from the fast talk Watch 'Don't walk' to 'Walk' Easy when you're dreaming Staring at the movies Standing in a circle, Laughing at the wrong time. If alcohol could take me there. I'd take a shot a minute And be there by the hour. Take a walk around Times Square With a pistol in my suitcase And my eyes on the TV. In a car taking a back seat Staring out the window Thinking about danger. Playing in a wrong world Fighting — but I'm not free. Talking on the telephone Talking about you and me. If Jesus Christ could take me here I'd fall dawn on my knees, Have no questions to His answers. Take a walk around Times Square With a pistol in my suitcase And my eyes on the TV. Alcohol could take me there. I'd take a shot a minute And be there by the hour. Take a walk around Times Square With a pistol in my suitcase And my eyes on the TV. And if I die gaining my senses Wake up in a hotel Staring at the ceiling.