And just outside I can heard the sounds

and the hum of the engines of the cars on the street

And with this cigarette that I just lit

as I pass the 53rd St. Bridge

Right now the world just seems too big

so sit down and remind me how

this is the same old story of growing up and getting lost.

And outside I can see my breath

in between the words that fog my spinning head

Another cigarette that I just lit

as I pass the 53rd St. bridge

right now the world just seems to big

And all the late night calls and all the lost hopes

and the missed connections and the lost direction.