Well the ground makes a sound in central New York
like it just might suddenly open
A hunk of metal in the air touching down
behind the skyscrapers
Who’d’ve thought metal could fly?
And all around me is concrete to concrete to buying
potential- life watered down
And if the ground yawned and swallowed me whole,
would I fall all the way down to China?
Seems that some of these truths that are self evident
are evidently lost on a girl like me
And that creaking you hear, it’s increasingly clear,
is my brain-
overload, overload
And all around me is concrete to concrete to buying
potential- life watered down
And if the ground yawned and swallowed me whole
would I fall all the way down to China?
Step around the corner from Bleecker to Broadway
A girl sings out at the top of her lungs
“If you can make it here, then you can make it”
“La la la la la la la”
Some seem to think I’m neurotic and all-but I’m not-
I just like to think about things over and over and
over and over again
And all around me is concrete to concrete to
buying- potential life watered down
And if the ground yawned and swallowed me whole
would I fall all the way down to China?
Chorus
Here on this patch of Central Park green
it’s a modern-day, man-made oasis
But on this green I can scream and wave my arms-
“That girl’s crazy”- seems I just fit right in
And all around me is life taking over
mutiny in the Big Apple today
And if the ground yawned I’d step to the side and say,
“Hey ground, I’m nobody’s lunch”
Chorus
Robbie Schaefer © 1999 Mrs. Jenkins Productions/ASCAP