| A Man Without |
| (Nate Albert/Dicky Barrett/Bosstones) It's 4:30 in the morn' I'm tattered, tired and torn Trying to keep up the pace, This ain't my home, this ain't my place The candle keeps on burning at this point there's no returning The policy is clear, anything goes when you are here Almost anything goes From the nightclubs to the shows Almost anything goes From the haircuts to the clothes Almost anything goes From your head down to your toes Almost anything goes, Does this place ever close? I wanna wake up in a city That likes to go to bed Where they know what time of day it is but I'm stuck here instead The rules are disregarded So it's time we all got started Moving at this hyperspeed This city seems to need Nice place to visit but I don't wanna die here I stay on my toes wherever I go by I was killing all my money, Spending brain cells just as fast So I'll grab a taxi cab, head somewhere I can crash Driver, port authority Home's my destination Don't wake me up till we're near Park Street Station There's this electric lure that's sometimes so attractive But I'd rather hang my hat on a hook that's not so active I was walking on the wild side, I was in that state of mind The neon lights were bright but I'll be leaving them behind Big city of dreams can be a nightmare A knife, a fork a bottle, a cork I'm outta here |