[00:09.77]New York now was nothing but an ice-capade
[00:17.34]a cigarette, a fire-escape
[00:24.27]and we walked this line,
[00:27.83]with dust in our pockets for the Bedford Station line to take us
[00:38.89]crazy
[00:42.31]the drunkard playing the Casio
[00:46.25]we're quiet
[00:49.43]everytime we start starin' up
[00:53.68]and hear all the loneliest crickets play their violins
[01:08.12]aw, what a shame
[01:11.01]a subway ride was never meant to last