Streetlights bleed a neon stream, I see a waking dream And I am just a tiny boat adrift and learning how to float. A siren sings a song I know, It brings a distant glow. A faded poster on a wall A promise waiting for a call And I just listen to it all. There's a quiet storm behind my brow, The how, the when, the here-and-now Is keeping me from taking flight, And stepping out into the light. The pressure builds, the air gets tight, I'm fighting me with all my might. It's what is keeping me from taking flight, And finally stepping toward the light. Echoes in the subway hall. A single shadow on a brick-red wall. I find a spark in the lonely dark, a quiet work of art. And it's all mine. There's a quiet storm behind my brow, The how, the when, the here-and-now Is keeping me from taking flight, And stepping out into the light. The pressure builds, the air gets tight, I'm fighting me with all my might. It's what is keeping me from taking flight, And finally stepping toward the light. Supposed to be Just me In this city Alive Alive So alive Yeah (c)
