I can be your dust at the door
The eastern city rust growing more and more and more
New York is easier these days
The trouble is, the trouble is that trouble always stays

So I'll be become a wanderer, sleep on iron floors
And I will be upstanding at the door
And I will be endeavoring and ever I will be
Forever be upstanding at the door

You only look alive through the mist
Time is ticking firmly on my wrist as I ride by
Oh, what a lonely night to exist
The New York city sun has it's heaven in the sky

So I'll become a wanderer, sleep on iron floors
And I will be upstanding at the door
And I will be endeavoring and ever I will be
Forever be upstanding at the door

You pass me delicately by
Trouble will indefinitely definitely die
For now I see an ocean in your eyes
Trouble in the ocean causes trouble in the sky

So I'll become a wanderer, sleep on iron floors
And I will be upstanding at the door
And I will be endeavoring and ever I will be
Forever be upstanding at the door