And just outside I can hear the sounds
Of the early morning streets
Becoming way too loud
And the hum of the engines of the cars on the street
And with this cigarette
That I just lit
As I pass the 53rd street bridge
Right now the world just seems too big
So sit down
Remind me how
This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost
And outside I can see my breath
In between the words
That fog my spinning head
And I can see the sun coming up
And it's just light enough to see
Another cigarette
That I just lit
As I pass the 53rd street bridge
Right now the world just seems too big
So sit down
Remind me how
This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost
And all the late night calls and lost hopes
And the missed connections
And the lost directions
So sit down
Remind me how
This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost