Made the coast by morning
Found an old abandoned carnival by the sea
There were no seats on the ferris wheel
And only one horse on the carousel
So I jumped on his back to get a ride for free
Free like the wind rising up the Eastern shore
Blowing back my un-tucked shirt tail
Filling up my empty pockets
And a song was coming to me
But by night I couldn't hear it anymore
Anymore
I've stopped dreaming of love
Anymore
I can't believe the things I'm thinking of
Anymore, anymore
Mirrah, she's a friend of mine
She gives her love to artists
It's her way of brushing her humanity
She stays long enough to feel the pain
And to fill up on their vision
When she's drunk she says she's still in love with me
Me, I spend my days singing new songs on the subway
For the ones who stop to listen
Who will pay me mind or money
And I go right on singing as the train rolls in
To take them far away
Far away
they miss the best part of the show
Far away
for a place they don't really wanna go
Far away, far away
Well I went to see this friend of mine
He lives down in New York City
Says that's the only place a poet needs to be
Says there's life outside the window pane
And benches by the river
And a song in every stranger's eyes you see
See me on the street with my pocket pad of paper
Making sense of all the madness
With my crisp iambic meter
And nobody dares to tell me
New York City doesn't need me after all
After all
I am just a mortal man
After all
I'm just trying to do the very best I can
After all, after all, after all
We walked all night in the pouring rain Made the coast by morning Found an old abandoned carnival by the sea There were no seats on the ferris wheel And only one horse on the carousel So I jumped on his back to get a ride for free Free like the wind rising up the Eastern shore Blowing back my un-tucked shirt tail Filling up my empty pockets And a song was coming to me But by night I couldn't hear it anymore Anymore I've stopped dreaming of love Anymore I can't believe the things I'm thinking of Anymore, anymore Mirrah, she's a friend of mine She gives her love to artists It's her way of brushing her humanity She stays long enough to feel the pain And to fill up on their vision When she's drunk she says she's still in love with me Me, I spend my days singing new songs on the subway For the ones who stop to listen Who will pay me mind or money And I go right on singing as the train rolls in To take them far away Far away they miss the best part of the show Far away for a place they don't really wanna go Far away, far away Well I went to see this friend of mine He lives down in New York City Says that's the only place a poet needs to be Says there's life outside the window pane And benches by the river And a song in every stranger's eyes you see See me on the street with my pocket pad of paper Making sense of all the madness With my crisp iambic meter And nobody dares to tell me New York City doesn't need me after all After all I am just a mortal man After all I'm just trying to do the very best I can After all, after all, after all Explain Request ×
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