Lyrics:

In a tired part of the cityHiding from the fast talkWatch 'Don't walk' to 'Walk'Easy when you're dreamingStaring at
the moviesStanding in a circle,Laughing at the wrong time.If alcohol could take me there.I'd take a shot a minuteAnd be
there by the hour.Take a walk around Times SquareWith a pistol in my suitcaseAnd my eyes on the TV.In a car taking a back
seatStaring out the windowThinking about danger.Playing in a wrong worldFighting Ã?Â? but I'm not free.Talking on the
telephoneTalking about you and me.If Jesus Christ could take me hereI'd fall dawn on my knees,Have no questions to His an
swers.Take a walk around Times SquareWith a pistol in my suitcaseAnd my eyes on the TV.Alcohol could take me there.I'd t
ake a shot a minuteAnd be there by the hour.Take a walk around Times SquareWith a pistol in my suitcaseAnd my eyes on the
TV.And if I die gaining my sensesWake up in a hotelStaring at the ceiling.