Notes: My days in New York are rapidly dwindling. I have been talking about it here and there in these songs for a little while, but it's really coming up now. As we prepare to turn the page, it's natural to reflect on what it has been like to be here. I learned this city on foot. At first, walking was a thing to do to get my bearings. Eventually it was my job. After that it became a way to commune with the weirdness and loveliness of the place. Walking home from a distant spot in the city helps me to connect the dots and fill the blanks in a way that the subway never could. In between, you're likely to see absolutely anything.
lyrics
Fake all my pastimes
Head in the clouds
Walk through the city
Talk to myself
Talk to the city
It's all allowed
Anything goes in this place
Where are you going?
Break from the past
Pushing the contrast
It's all allowed
Anything goes in this place