In New York there is a man
With a simple smile
Illustrating visions inside his head
With the sharpened genius of thought
He’s prospered and is still developing
Something in the changing
Seasons have given him
A past he knows belongs to some kind
Of wild animal
An alien lost in a foreign land
Of stone and debt
Dreaming of untethered release from
The boundaries of a new world lifestyle
In New York there is a man
With a simple smile