Unspoken expectations
Ideals you used to play with
They’ve finally taken shape for us.
Good enough… For you is
Good enough… For me is
Good enough, it’s good enough for me
His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty
He spends his life walking the streets of New York City
He’s almost dead from breathing in air pollution
He tried and fought but to him there’s no solution
Living just enough, just enough for the city
‘Cause you belong to the city,
You belong to the night.
Livin’ in a river of darkness,
Beneath the neon lights.
You were born in the city,
Concrete under your feet.
It’s in your moves, it’s in your blood;
You’re a man of the street.
Marconi plays the mamba,
Listen to the radio,
Don’t you remember?
We built this city,
We built this city on rock-n-roll…
Video killed the radio star,
Video killed the radio star
In my mind and in my car, we can’t rewind, we’ve gone too far–
Oh-a-aho oh,
Oh-a-aho oh…
Asked a girl what she wanted to be
She said baby, can’t you see
I want to be famous, a star on the screen
But you can do something in between
Baby you can drive my car
Yes I’m gonna be a star
Baby you can drive my car
And maybe I’ll love you
As he drove away on that rainy night,
I begged him to go slow,
Whether he heard, I’ll never know
Look out! Look out! Look out!
{CRASH}
I felt so helpless, what could I do
Remembering all the things we’d been through?
In school they all stop and stare
I can’t hide the tears, but I don’t care
I’ll never forget him, the leader of the pack
Darlin’, darlin’, stop and look
(Stop right now and listen to your heart)
Oh, listen to your heart hear what it’s sayin’
(Can’t you see that it’s not too late)
Stop and look
And listen to your heart hear what it’s sayin’
Stop! In the name of love,
Before you break my heart…
Baby, breakdown, go ahead and give it to me
Breakdown, honey, take me through the night (baby, baby, breakdown)
Breakdown, now I’m standin’ here, can’t you see?
Breakdown, it’s all right
It’s all right
It’s all right
But when you talk about destruction,
Don’t you know that you can count me out?
Don’t you know it’s gonna be–
All right, all right, all right…
You can count on me, like one, two, three,
I’ll be there,
And I can count on you, like four, three, two,
You’ll be there
'Cause that’s what friends are supposed to do,
Oh, yeah…
Oh, look outside the window, there’s a woman bein’ grabbed
They’ve dragged her to the bushes, and now she’s bein’ stabbed
Maybe we should call the cops and try to stop the pain
But Monopoly is so much fun, I’d hate to blow the game
And I’m sure it wouldn’t interest anybody
Outside of a small circle of friends
Now on the sidewalk, huh, huh
Whoo, sunny morning, uh, huh,
Lies a body just oozin’ life, eek
And someone’s sneakin’ round the corner,
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?
And we’re glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
Glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
C’mon hold on tight
Oh c’mon hold on tight
Though it’s cold and lonely in the deep dark night
I can see paradise by the dashboard light
Stand by your man
Give him two arms to cling to
And something warm to come to
When nights are cold and lonely
I gotta see my girl, I gotta see her eyes
The barometer is falling, only she can make it rise
There’s nothing on the trees, there’s nothing for me here
I gotta find salvation and some thermal underwear
It’s cold and it’s getting colder
They’re evacuating Satan who’s waiting for hell to freeze over
Oh it’s cold, like an endless winter
The stars are all gone and even the sun is cold
When the change was made uptown and the Big Man joined the band
From the coastline to the city, all the little pretties raise their hands
I’m gonna sit back right easy and laugh
When Scooter and the Big Man bust this city in half
With the Tenth Avenue freeze-out
Tenth Avenue freeze-out
Tenth Avenue freeze-out
Tenth Avenue freeze
I’m talking 'bout a Tenth
Oh, nothing but a Tenth
I’m talking 'bout a Tenth
I’m talking bout a Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth
Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, I’m talking 'bout a
Tenth Avenue freeze-out…
Well I rode a while, for a mile or so
Down the road to the eighteenth avenue
And the people I saw were the people I know
And they all came down to take a view
Oh the path was dark and border less
Down the road to the eighteenth avenue
But my head felt better as I turned the car
And the airport slowly came to view
One mile said the sign
Checked my bags and made it straight to end gate 22
Made it just in time, boy you’ve made it just in time
All my bags are packed
I’m ready to go
I’m standin’ here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin’
It’s early morn
The taxi’s waitin’
He’s blowin’ his horn
Already I’m so lonesome
I could die