Into the City

Well you floated in on a helium balloon Out of your fishbowl and into the fire First you sung her praises, drunk on her glow Then you cursed her name when you lost control Well you floated in on a cotton candy cloud Out of your desert and into the flood But the cobblestone mud seeped into your crown Oh, the silent crowd could melt you down I rode in on you into this city I'll ride out on you if everything falls I rode in on the rhythm of a Greyhound guitar With the pulse being kept by the rain Well I heard your voice as the tiles gave way And the third rail came into view On an upbound round of a downtown train And anyone can take a piece of you And I can't help but wonder as the faces roll past Did she leave anything behind? I stare for a moment from behind the glass Drowned out by the train engine's whine I rode in on you into this city I'll ride out on you if everything falls I rode in on the rhythm of a Greyhound guitar With the pulse being kept by the rain Neon moondust shines in Times Square The pulse of the alleys echoing In a cab going downtown, I am found, New York I rode in on you into this city I'll ride out on you if everything falls I rode in on the rhythm of a Greyhound guitar With the pulse being kept by the rain --- Into the City - Peter Malick and Antje Duvekot