Into the City

Well you floated in on a helium balloon
 Out of your fishbowl and into the fire
 First you sung her praises, drunk on her glow
 Then you cursed her name when you lost control
 Well you floated in on a cotton candy cloud
 Out of your desert and into the flood
 But the cobblestone mud seeped into your crown
 Oh, the silent crowd could melt you down
 I rode in on you into this city
 I'll ride out on you if everything falls
 I rode in on the rhythm of a Greyhound guitar
 With the pulse being kept by the rain
 Well I heard your voice as the tiles gave way
 And the third rail came into view
 On an upbound round of a downtown train
 And anyone can take a piece of you
 And I can't help but wonder as the faces roll past
 Did she leave anything behind?
 I stare for a moment from behind the glass
 Drowned out by the train engine's whine
 I rode in on you into this city
 I'll ride out on you if everything falls
 I rode in on the rhythm of a Greyhound guitar
 With the pulse being kept by the rain
 Neon moondust shines in Times Square
 The pulse of the alleys echoing
 In a cab going downtown, I am found, New York
 I rode in on you into this city
 I'll ride out on you if everything falls
 I rode in on the rhythm of a Greyhound guitar
 With the pulse being kept by the rain