Stevens selling Marijuana. Uptown to the primadonnas. Medicate the counterculture. 9/11 baby boom. . Paulies waiting to retire. Smoking like a forest fire.
When my high top sneakers hit the ground. On the run from heavens' hand me downs. I want to see your face. When I fall from grace, baby. . Hold me close in the New York night.
I'm a broken artist. and it really didn't go as planned. She's an apparition. and she's dreams of a foreign land. . There's a world outside if you want it.
Get your man-child off the street. Tell your fortunes to the thieves. From the wastelands of the world. Through the shadows of a girl. . Moving to the rhythm of the primal drum.
We sing along, to broken song. We work all week, in double speak. We celebrate like strangers. . I can make it happen. I can make it happen. Little Star.
Some might wake up in a doorway. Some sit in mansions sick and sad. Some decay without the glory. And never realize what they had. . I'm not wasting away my dreams.
I don't know you found me here. I'm not listed down in any place. I don't do much I go to work. . But I would do it for you. I would do it for the old times.
Marylin's queen of the scene. In a humble abode. By the bowling green. Marylin she collects names. With picture profile computer games. To hang on. . In the modern world.
I met her down on Bond Street on the streets of cobblestone. She had a spark like Joan of Arc, like no one else I've known. . We traded up some stories at the Cassavetes bar.
When the rain came down. In this northern town. It was a banner year. In the world of fear. I'd have thought I?d drop you a line. . Since you?re in love.
I'm eating dirt and it doesn't hurt and I'm wrong again - It's the same old situation. . my back is broke and The girl is gone and I'm up in smoke - It's the same old situation.
A new generation, now my whole world shakin'. . We were born in flames, maiden names. Suburban homes, make your bones. Bite your lip, take the fifth. Know your rights, it's your life now.
These are descending chords. These are descending times. These are disposable situations. . Oh, somewhere in the night. Oh, somewhere in the night. . On a tip from Jack downtown.
On a lonely planet along the rode less chose. From Robert Frost to Robert Frank. And every glory hole. . And I sprayed my love with the vultures and the crows.
Kissing cousins always said it was for fun. It was a joke when we all wore our pajamas in the sun. Hallelujah speedo, went looking for a ride. I met somebody at a party.
A new generation, now my whole world shakin'. . We were born in flames, maiden names. Suburban homes, make your bones. Bite your lip, take the fifth. Know your rights, it's your life now.
Coming down on a Monday. Another work day. When I saw her the first time. She tapped her nails on my window. She said let's go. And we left it all behind.
Snow was falling all night long. like Christmas waiting up. But on this night no was born. No silver spoon or cup. . The roses die, the lovers cry. Remember what I told you.
I was thinking about another time still in my mind. When I used to know a little girl high on this world. . Your baby loves you more than you know. Raised on rivalry and rock 'n' roll.
God, what a mess, on the ladder of success. Take a first step and miss the whole first rung. Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled. It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten.