Well you floated in on a helium balloon
Out of your fishbowl and into the fire
First you sung her praises, drunk on her glow
Then you cursed her name when you lost control
Well you floated in on a cotton candy cloud
Out of your desert and into the flood
But the cobblestone mud seeped into your crown
Oh, the silent crowd could melt you down
I rode in on you into this city
I‘ll ride out on you if everything falls
I rode in on the rhythm of a Greyhound guitar
With the pulse being kept by the rain
Well I heard your voice as the tiles gave way
And the third rail came into view
On an upbound round of a downtown train
And anyone can take a piece of you
And I can‘t help but wonder as the faces roll past
Did she leave anything behind?
I stare for a moment from behind the glass
Drowned out by the train engine‘s whine
I rode in on you into this city
I‘ll ride out on you if everything falls
I rode in on the rhythm of a Greyhound guitar
With the pulse being kept by the rain
Neon moondust shines in Times Square
The pulse of the alleys echoing
In a cab going downtown, I am found, New York
I rode in on you into this city
I‘ll ride out on you if everything falls
I rode in on the rhythm of a Greyhound guitar
With the pulse being kept by the rain .