Driving in on I-278
The world is in a hurry
When the skyline appears
The top of the Chrysler; The Empire State
A sea of mirrored glass and steel
Windows on the world
On the FDR
The East River by my side
Burnt out buildings stand hollow and haunted
And my mind is on you
Racing towards you through the gridlocked kaleidoscope
Five bridges surround me
Only one leads me to you
Wait for me… I am almost there
Jul 17, 2011
Jul 17, 2011 at 4:40 PM UTC
Driving in on I-278
The world is in a hurry
When the skyline appears
The top of the Chrysler; The Empire State
A sea of mirrored glass and steel
Windows on the world
On the FDR
The East River by my side
Burnt out buildings stand hollow and haunted
And my mind is on you
Racing towards you through the gridlocked kaleidoscope
Five bridges surround me
Only one leads me to you
Wait for me… I am almost there
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