caught on the train
amuse myself and eavesdrop on those japanese girls party-planning
chic and lovely broken english
she smiles at me and mouths that we’re all fools
that’s new york style
endless nights [bad word] by
we wander out onto the sidewalk
cigarettes are piling high
hustlers and the queens are singing

still we are
invincible
we thought we’d be forever young
standing here beneath the sign
with spotlight on

missed the [bad word] home it’s early morning
wait outside the sunshine market
desperate in our invitation
asking all those lovers just to stay
drift away
through the buildings dawn is breaking
all the people line for coffee
read about the days disasters
hustlers and the queens are singing

still we are
invincible
we thought we’d be forever young
standing here beneath the sign
with spotlight on