In a tired part of the city
Waiting for some fast talk, watch 'don't walk' to 'walk'.
Easy when you're dreaming standing in a circle,
Staring at the movies, laughing at the wrong time.

If alcohol could take me there,
I'd take a shot a minute
And be there by the hour.
Take a walk around Times Square
With a pistol in my suitcase, and my eyes
On the TV.

In a car, taking the back seat, staring out the window,
Thinking about danger.
Playing in a wrong chord, fighting but I'm not free,
Talking on the telephone, talking about you and me.

If Jesus Christ could take me there
I'd fall down on my knees
And have no questions to His answers.
Take a walk around Times Square
With a pistol in my suitcase, and my eyes
On the TV.

And if I die gaining my senses
Wake up in a hotel, staring at the ceiling.