I got two hands of paper
When I reach for a prize they just collapse
I have tried to 'maché them together
But it only buys me seconds til the next relapse
It’s the time of the year the night falls faster
And I’ve made a bed out of this park bench
I am soaked in the sunlight’s laughter
As it sets fire to the Brooklyn Bridge
Dreamer, you have held
your own name at ransom
For visions that have kissed your brow
But the only toll you owe
Is the guts it takes to know yourself
I got a golden face, an
Iron body and two feet of clay
So it goes that’s the sober truth of
What it means to have what it takes
It’s the time of the night the water rises
And I’ve made a home in the New York bay
I am drenched in a cherry sky as
The horizon outbursts into flames
Dreamer, you have held
your own name at ransom
For visions that have kissed your brow
But the only toll you owe
Is the guts it takes to know you’re
Standing at the door,
counting knocks, noting clocks
No one seems to hear your plea
And the moon that’s left to rise
Is the time it takes to realize
You’ve got the key