There's a magical sound. Sliding over the ground. Making it shiver and shake. And a permanent cry. Falling out of the sky. Slippery and sly like a snake.
I'm a hack driver in New York City. I've got seven kids on the lower east side. I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty. But in rush hour hell you should see me drive.
Midnight in the Holy City. Playground for restless souls. Graveyards for the sons of Ft. Sumpter. And the ghostly daughters. Wait for their boys to come home.
I'm a hack driver in New York City. I've got seven kids on the lower east side. I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty. But in rush hour hell you should see me drive.
Midnight in the holy city, playground for restless souls. Graveyards for the sons of Ft. Sumpter. And the ghostly daughters. Wait for their boys to come home.