The rain falls down on me
I feel like a hotdog between all these streets Smokes rise from down beneath
Up to these buildings some flat some so big When the night comes down you
Will see the Times Square lights and All the people dancing close to me

You’re safe down here, you’re so safe
You’re so safe down here, so hard to go away

Harlem’s Sunday morning streets
Feel like a good man, go to church and sing Prayers for all my friends,
oh my god don’t take me away from here Walking back home slowly
Feeling lost in park
The scent of falling leaves “crash into me”

Sitting down, watching you to turn on, Watching me to turn on,
See the rising of the sweet moon

Shopping up and down the 5th Up the Empire the air so clear
Pass the piers across Brooklyn Bridge Sat on that bench you gave me that kiss

Watching out the yellow cab
Your fading face is getting farther away
Shinned and uncertain tear sure will fall as soon as I get turned And when I see I’m leaving
It seems you would be a bit more mine.