I don't smoke in the morning, can't get no sleep. That's the time for thinking what's gonna be. I had a good thing going but it didn't stay. Don't make no plans anymore except to go away.
Moses up on the mountainside, what a place to meet. He brought his pad and his pencil, poured himself some gypsy tea. And all the world's multiplicity, they turn his brain and his soul to stone.
The barrio starts two streets over. Miguel, he's a friend of mine. With brick weed, built a reputation. Like dry ice in the summertime. . Now all you need's an electric razor.
Potential, well you're a loaded line. The veil between the world and the faceless bride. There's nothing yet but a bunch of white. Potential, well you're a loaded line.
Hair blowing in the hot wind. Time hanging from a clothes pin. There's no sorrow that the sun's not gonna help. . Smell the leather of your new car. Drive through the desert after night fall.
[Chorus]. Gone, gone from New York City. Where you gonna go with a head that empty?. Gone, gone from New York City. Where you gonna go with a heart that gone?.
I used up your compassion. So I've come to make a trade. You can hate me but just love me in return. And if I know where to find you. I'll stay out of your way.
I'm just trying to stay a human being. Sitting in the sun eating ice cream. Texting my friend about a bad, bad dream. Just had to tell someone who knows me.
Milk Thistle, milk Thistle. Let me down slow. Help me go slow. I've been carrying on. . I'm not scared of nothing. I'll go pound for pound. I keep death on my mind.
A short delay,. The parrot blues. Little voices mimic you. It's not so hard to make that sound. . So watch your back,. The Ides of March. Cut your hair like Joan of Arc.
I don't want to die in the hospital. I don't want to die in the hospital. I don't want to die in the hospital. You gotta take me back outside. . I don't want to hear all these factory sounds.
Saw an eagle on a pole,. I think it was an eagle.. Watched its' shadow fly 'cross the cement.. And I woke up in the snow,. All the trees, and crowds, and people..
Green world, love the chloroform.. Front porch in the thunderstorm.. Controlled chaos, confused energy.. . So stop reading the weather charts.. Stop counting the playing cards..
[Chorus]. Gone, gone from New York City. Where you gonna go with a head that empty?. Gone, gone from New York City. Where you gonna go with a heart that gone?.
All the peacock people left the plumes in a pile. They look good to a fault. And the Gulf water's warm like a bathtub. Full of lavender and Epsom salt.
See the soul singer in the session band. Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand. Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan. For the soul singer in the session band.
Well death may come invisible. Or in a holy wall of fire. In the breath between the markers. On a black I-80 mile. . from the madness of the governments.
I traveled though the atmosphere as a wall of feedback climbed. The pegs were gold, the band was old, they played in half time. Now every dream gets whittled down just like every fool gets wise.
I heard you're scheming new pyramids. Another big idea to get you rich. Make a plan to love me sometime soon. . You said you had your foot in the door.
I know that it is freezing. But I think we have to walk. Keep waving at the taxis. They keep turning the lights on. But Julie knows a party at some actor's westide loft.