I know that you

Don’t want me here

And that we

Don’t know the way to steer

It seems we’ve got

To get there right away

No time to play

In chance’s wake

Give me all the sorrow, that is in this town

I’ve got room enough for now, for all the shades of gown

All the eyes on Bleecker, never looked so weak

New York breathe us to the street

And show us how to see

I know that you

Want me here

And that we

Know the way to steer

We don’t got

To get there right away

Just to play

In chance’s wake

Give me all the sorrow, that is in this town

I’ve got room enough for now, for all the shades of gown

All the eyes on Bleecker, never looked so weak

New York breathe us to the street

And show us how to see