All day starin' at the ceilin' makin' friends with shadows on my wall. All night hearing voices tellin' me that I should get some sleep. Because tomorrow might be good for somethin'.
I guess he didn't feel that good today. He headed to the airport on his motorcycle. Said he liked the sound it made. And then he mumbled to me something about.
It's late in the afternoon. And you're alone in your hotel room. Alright, oh well. It's hard, I can tell. Your circling photographs. Well some things can never last.
Let it go. Let it roll right off your shoulder. Don't you know. The hardest part is over. Let it in. Let your clarity define you. In the end. We will only just remember how it feels.
Call on your Angels, come down to the city. Crowd around the big tree, all you strangers who know me. Bring your compassion, your understanding. Lord, how we need it on this New York City Christmas.