Chikan
Transatlantic
There's new impressions and soaking wet feetThere's fascination in people we meetI'm thinking we left at just the right timeAs we walk on 11th in Alphabet CityThere's free snacks and free drinksLot's of strange art with SolimanHandshakes and new acquaintancesFrom place to place on this the first of FridaysThere's politics and sightseeingA painful divorce and surprising meetingsOn our way to see a DeCent showWe fell hard on some Exorcist stepsThere's never a minute on your ownAfter scratching down a number with a penny There's friendly faces and Pabst Blue racesAt a Globe that still amazes meThere's building bikes and pictures in motionObscene buildings and stars on the oceanThere's cheezy bars with iron and wineBut not one gator in the Florida swampsThere's redneck insults and throwing beadsLetras de cancionesThere's famous sideburns and signed backseatsRemember, fags are always presentAt this place we call the SaintThere's trannie hookers in cheap motelsWithout a wristband there's playing it cool at the door Hanging out with some of the bestIn a half street house, South by South WestThere's desert landscapes and neon signsLusty girls on snapping flyersThere's hope for change and rolling dreamsThere's shooting guns and there's the lucky 13There's neverending exits on 101There's stars in the paving and kids on the runIf just the boulevard will carry us thereI hope we make it out to Monica for the setting sunThere's Baby Brandon and Diego ArmandoChinese take-out, humiliation on the sideI'd come back anytime, just chill and kick itI know good friends when I see them here are some of mineThere's ice-cream trucks and NYPD officersSuspected crooks in subway stationsCar services and rooftop scenerySomewhere between DeKalb and Willoughby
From Letras Mania