6 acessos
First time in new york, just seventeen
In a motel full of poets, drunks and
Queens. i walk the city streets into the
Night to see manhattan in the early
Morning light. on the corner of a
Street they laugh and talk, the young
Men watch me coming, block my walk;
They see me slow right down - they
Know i don't belong. then all at once
... they all break into song.