In a tired part of the city Hiding from the fast talk Watch – don’t walk to walk Easy when you’re dreaming Staring at the movies Standing in a circle Laughing at the wrong time
Alcohol could take me there I’d take a shot a minute And be there by the hour Take a walk around Times Square With a pistol in my suitcase And my eyes on the TV
In a car taking a back seat Staring out the window Thinking about danger Playing in a wrong world Fighting – but I’m not free Talking on the telephone Talking about you and me
Jesus Christ could take me there I’d fall dawn on my knees Have no questions to his answers Take a walk around Times Square With a pistol in my suitcase And my eyes on the TV
Alcohol could take me there I’d take a shot a minute And be there by the hour Take a walk around Times Square With a pistol in my suitcase And my eyes on the TV
And if I die gaining my senses Wake up in a hotel Staring at the ceiling