And just outside
I can heard the sounds
Of the early morning street
Becoming way too loud
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 Street 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
And I can see the sun coming up
And it's just light enough to see

Another cigarette that I just lit
As I pass the 53rd Street 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