The Camera Eye - Live in Cleveland - MP Version

Grim-faced and forbidding
 Their faces closed tight
 An angular mass of New Yorkers
 Pacing in rhythm
 Race the oncoming night
 They chase through the streets of Manhattan
 Head-first humanity
 Pause at a light
 Then flow through the streets of the city
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 They seem oblivious
 To a soft spring rain
 Like an English rain
 So light, yet endless
 From a leaden sky
 
 The buildings are lost
 In their limitless rise
 My feet catch the pulse
 And the purposeful stride
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 I feel the sense of possibilities
 I feel the wrench of hard realities
 The focus is sharp in the city
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 Wide-angle watcher
 On life's ancient tales
 Steeped in the history of London
 Green and grey washes
 In a wispy white veil
 Mist in the streets of Westminster
 Wistful and weathered
 The pride still prevails
 Alive in the streets of the city
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 Are they oblivious
 To this quality?
 A quality
 Of light, unique to every city's streets
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 Pavements may teem
 With intense energy
 But the city is calm
 In this violent sea
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 I feel the sense of possibilities
 I feel the wrench of hard realities
 The focus is sharp in the city