Into The City - The Peter Malick Group

Well you floated in on a helium balloonOut of your fishbowl and into the fire

First you sung her praises, drunk on her glow

Then you cursed her name when you lost control

Well you floated in on a cotton candy cloud

Out of your desert and into the flood

But the cobblestone mud seeped into your crown

Oh, the silent crowd could melt you down

I rode in on you into this city

I’ll ride out on you if everything falls

I rode in on the rhythm of a Greyhound guitar

With the pulse being kept by the rain

Well I heard your voice as the tiles gave way

And the third rail came into view

On an upbound round of a downtown train

And anyone can take a piece of you

And I can’t help but wonder as the faces roll past

Did she leave anything behind?

I stare for a moment from behind the glass

Drowned out by the train engine’s whine

I rode in on you into this city

I’ll ride out on you if everything falls

I rode in on the rhythm of a Greyhound guitar

With the pulse being kept by the rain

Neon moondust shines in Times Square

The pulse of the alleys echoing

In a cab going downtown, I am found, New York

I rode in on you into this city

I’ll ride out on you if everything falls

I rode in on the rhythm of a Greyhound guitar

With the pulse being kept by the rain