Fire Escape

New york now was nothing but an ice-capade A cigarette, a fire-escape Walked this line With dust in our pockets for the bedford station line to take us Crazy The drunkard playing the casio We're quiet Everytime we start starin' up And hear All the loneliest crickets play their violins Aw what a shame A subway ride was never meant to last --- Fire Escape - Gregory Alan Isakov