New York's My Home (The Street Song) Testo

I can find the street if you'll just show me to the door
No I no longer need your vacuumed room anymore
There's really nothing to say & if I explained it today
You wouldn't understand it anyway
So let me go
Out into the streets filled with Shelley and Keats
And all the rhythmic beats of the city
Hop a bus take a ride
Take a long walk outside
And all around hear the sound of the city
Smoke-infested hallways
Yes I have made those scenes
With a window for my mistress and a roomful of magazines
I am too involved to see that I am just a spoke
In the wheel of the city
That turns ya round until you're broke
And let's ya go
And I must go