Big city,
Go easy,
On me.
I'm nothing to care for,
Nothing to see.
And you seemed so much brighter
On my old TV.

Taxicabs and motorcars,
Inflated egos and lonely bars.

Big city,
Swallow the last of my coffee.
Postcards and photographs
Manipulat

Did you ever see it coming?
Found a quarter on the sidewalk
Facing heads up.
Doesn't that mean Ill have luck
Coming my way?

Now I'm stepping on famous streets
And looking at famous buildings
And seeing the faces people want to see.
Oh, it's easy being invincible

A weathered Monet
Takes you to
The bottom of a charcoal grill.
And the grate above us
Is street concrete.
Our shrill voices
Have nothing left to sing.
Our lips move, but no one is saying a thing.

And so I am silent, while beneath me,
On this charcoal grill,<

This canvas talks in tongues
Far unrecognizable.

I've been torn down and stripped
To a point,
And all the kings men
Couldn't put it back together again.

It's just another icarus storyline,
Where these buildings shine like the sun,
And my wings were my pride.