On the far side of the Lincoln Tunnel
Where the Jersey hookers ply their trade
You're headed to the station with your coffee
Thinking bout this devil's bargain that you made
You remember waking up in the garden
Like your momma and your papa did before
But then the dreams all began to harden
And you wonder just what you're living for

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Waiting
Waiting for a train
Waiting
Waiting for a train


Thirty meters under the Hudson River
Doing your best to appear nonchalant
Checking the mid-day FTSE
Cheek to jowl with the doomed and bon vivant
Headed for the towers of Manhattan
Where every day is theatre of the absurd
In your mind, you're back criss-crossing
Those seven bridges of Königsberg

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On this side of the Holland Tunnel
Down at the Wall Street penny arcade
Dwarfed by the Disney canyons
One-hundred-ten in the shade
Faces pressed to half-silvered windows
Holes in our hearts and our jeans
Living in a world made by monsters, algorithms,
And machines

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You wake up in the darkness
In the middle of the journey of your life
Poking your head out of the lion's den
Afraid to be shot on sight
And you sometimes feel like a Stalker
Threading through the heart of the Zone
But in this world you're just sleepwalkin
Playing Sweet Jane on Desolation Row


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Outro:
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura,
ché la diritta via era smarrita.
— Dante, Inferno, Canto I