The city is on my mind.
It's such a wondrous place filled with whatever I can imagine.
So many colors and emotions I can dream of anything and it’s bound to happen.
My city was in perfect balance until you left me alone in central park
It was cold and I waited but then it began to grow dark.
I could no longer last so I ran past the lower east side.
Stumbling and slowly losing my balance I refuse to confide.
The darkness came and swallowed the city
as I lie there wallowing in self pity.
The fire succeeded in burning my niche
Everything is now ashes, except that bridge,
For its indestructible and will never burn down
It will always remain, until you come around.