Presently I'm drinking beer illegally

Tucked behing two friends and a thick group of trees

We fit into this urban view

Tucked below the avenues

Central Park is much more beautiful at night. Green though green changes hue through it's lack of light. We move like shadows down the path. A tripping stone escapes a laugh

And the traffic and the hard shoes pound a world away

In these moments of almost silence I can almost swear I'd stay in this city. God help me

An arm and a leg is what you'll pay to lay your head. I'm a fool behind these walls, but the beauty of it all is I'm here. I'm here

In this circus amidst these clowns running my hand through the lions mane. These visions of Manhattan through the keyhole of a plane will never compare to just being there

In that circus amidst those clowns running my hand through the lions mane

Those visions of Manhattan through the key hold of a plane...

Love that city

You'll grow on that city

Love that city

I've grown on that city

Has grown on me