Big city, Go easy, On me I'm nothing to care for, Nothing to see And you seemed so much brighter On my old TV Taxicabs and motorcars, Inflated egos and lonely ...

Did you ever see it coming? Found a quarter on the sidewalk Facing heads up Doesn't that mean Ill have luck Coming my way? Now I'm stepping on famous streets A...

A weathered Monet Takes you to The bottom of a charcoal grill And the grate above us Is street concrete Our shrill voices Have nothing left to sing Our lips mov...

This canvas talks in tongues Far unrecognizable I've been torn down and stripped To a point, And all the kings men Couldn't put it back together again It's ju...