Cathy's hailing a cab like hailing a storm Unto the streets of new city Once we're inside, a carnival ride That brings a white knuckle of dizzy
She me up on her rooftop, Framed by a of watertanks and chimneys She's round a cigarette, etiquette, while I look in the windows me
We in saturday and it was medicine And when nighttime the skyline just swallowed The lays the blame on thomas alva edison And 60 million lightbulbs telling new york noon Ah, midnight strikes too Midnight strikes too
She says, "in new york city, they throw Wishes into you can't see a star, unless one hit you when It -- " "and if even you one," I say, "who Could you tell in this damn town who'd Believe "
She smiled like a cat to a pigeon on the roof She says, "i look into windows for truths" And we drank in the moment like hundred "but if fell," she said, "i'd tell you"
The from her roof could make your head spin It was like holding up the world in a And we it down,m every light in town Like the sweetest, kindest I my wish on a satellite dish But still strikes too soon Midnight too soon
Cathy never to slow down She's a hurricane working a town She laughs at me, says I'm suburban But the is I live on a highway
I come to this city for the of her roof Every window tells a story in cold truth As the world spins beneath me, I ask it for That I'm living my in my own way Or will time have it's own say
Midnight strikes too Midnight too soon Midnight too soon Midnight strikes too