NEW YORK

i'm walking through worlds and i don't stop
and they won't be stopping for me
i sit on a bench watching pigeons
there's a siringe by my foot[a stranger's]
a man rides his bike to st. mark's church [place?]
he makes the pigeons fly
i sit on a bench taking time off
sit down and take a look

in new york no one knows my name
so i can just fade like dust
i sit on a bench in washington square
watching the people play chess
and how many times have i been here
and it hasn't been enough
i sit on a bench and the man next to me
says today i'm feeling blessed

i'm running around in the mueseums
i'm turing around in the streets
i'm walking around from park to park
i sit on a bench for relief

i saw a woman slide into a taxi
i'll never see her again
i sit on a bench drinking coffee
looking at buildings and trees
saw a man at the steps of a store front
i think he'll be there all day
i sit on a bench reading my book
and nobody's bothering me

cause in new york no one knows my name
except for a couple of friends
i sit on a bench it's so cold out
i'll have to go pretty soon
sometimes i see the devil
sometimes i see GOD's name
i sit on bench in the evening
looking out for the new moon

i'm riding around in the subways
i'm turning aroun in the street
i'm looking down at the sidewalks
i sit on a bench for relief

i just spent the whole weekend
breaking my heart in brooklyn
i sit on a bench in a prayer hall
i said goodbye to a friend
i touched the stars and then fell down
and then I got up again
i sit on a bench at the subway
going back to manhattan

in new york no one knows my name
but that's not exactly true
i sit on a bench wait for Rivkah
say hello, soon say goodbye
heaven and hell in this city
angels and demons too
i sit on a bench at the bus station
hug her and try not to cry

and i'm still running around in the rain drops
turning around in the streets
dancing around with the loved ones
i sit on a bus for relief