Of course there are obstacles
Towering, unnatural and In Your Face
But you know in your soul
Before it gets corrupted
There's nowhere, nowhere like this place

It's underground but obvious
Thriving and a basket case
And it shouts and protests
Theoretical sunshine
In the non-squares and no circles

It's clear who's the boss
In steel, concrete, marble and glass
Everything is stationary
And everyone moves
Beware of the irony, sleepyhead

Even the food sweats
In the streets the cyclists no longer
And the smiles are less illegal
But the burgers still rule
And the doorways are still black each night

In New York City the moments live alone
They never form a storyline
They won't create conclusion
And you're a fool to hope for one
While this energy consumes the world