you feel endlessly New York is a woman, she'll make you cry And to her you're just another guy Look down and see her ruined places Smoke and ash still
Angel comes home, his clothes in a cloud Of the dust and the dirt and destruction She waits inside, she knows he's arrived She feels this with no introduction
the stain and Wash away, wash away downstream Out on the corner by the Fireman's Monument That was the place where all the Fatherless teenagers went Well, the wind kicks up