Harlem Roulette

Unknown engines underneath the city
 Steam pushing up in billows through the grates
 Frankie Lymon's tracking "Seabreeze" in a studio in Harlem
 Just a pair of tunes to hammer out
 Everybody's off the clock by 10
 The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again
 Feels so free when I hit the avenue
 Nothing like a New York summer night
 Every dream's a good dream
 Even awful dreams are good dreams
 If you're doing it right
 Remember soaring higher than a cloud
 Get pretty sentimental now and then
 The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again
 And four hours north of Portland, a radio flips on
 And some no one from the future remembers that you're gone
 Armies massing in the dusky distance
 Ghosted in the ribbon microphone
 Leave a little mark on something, maybe
 Take the secret circuit home
 Nothing in the shadows but the shadow hands
 Reaching out to sad, young, frightened men
 The loneliest people in the whole wide word are the ones you're never going to see again
 Yeah, the loneliest people in the whole wide word are the ones you're never going to see again