Walking down the Avenue

I hear a language I do understand

The breeze is not a Punch

and even if everybody looks the same

a 7 Dunkin’ next to Wall and C

I still see the lights

and that’s what’s new

You cannot save Me

no matter what You say

and I am afraid 

You have done me wrong

One time too many

I will not spend the night out

but in a place that is not mine

and never will be

Facing a window

Facing the World

that I want Mine so badly

so You see

it’s not You

but the City