This song highlights the cultural differences between the cities of New York and London.

I.
Grim-faced and forbidding
Their faces closed tight
An angular mass of New Yorkers
Pacing in rhythm
Race the [bad word] night
They chase through the streets of Manhattan
Head-first humanity
Pause at a light
Then flow through the streets of the city

They seem oblivious
To a soft spring rain
Like an English rain
So light, yet endless 
From a leaden sky

The buildings are lost
In their limitless rise
My feet catch the pulse 
And the purposeful stride

I feel the sense of possibilities
I feel the wrench of hard realities
The focus is sharp in the city

II.
Wide-angle watcher
On life's ancient tales
Steeped in the history of London
Green and gray washes
In a wispy white veil
Mist in the streets of Westminster
Wistful and weathered
The pride still prevails
Alive in the streets of the city

Are they oblivious to this quality?
quality of light 
Unique to every city's streets

Pavements may teem 
With intense energy
But the city is calm
In this violent sea

I feel the sense of possibilities
I feel the wrench of hard realities
The focus is sharp in the city