In this mad city

the corner of my attention's always running away from me

but it's steamin' on the street and I'm sweating like a pig

get on the subway, just to feel the air conditioning

I think I'll ride away for the rest of the day

and how good it feels to get away

I really like the way you make me want to stay

I really like the way you fill me up and empty me right out

at the end of the day, passing out or rolling in the hay

as broke as a bum, I got one bottle and it's almost done

but the concrete pulls me in another direction

I just wish this mad city wouldn't put my head

down on the pavement, falling down on hot cement

and in my mind I said, "at least you're not dead"

I really like the way the curb holds my head

I really like the way it's making me stay

I really think that I'm gonna sleep here tonight

I really hope that in the morning I feel fine

in this mad city

everybody's got an objective made to complicate me

so I'll stay far away from the side of the street

but if I fall down, I might not be able to get up

I just hope this town doesn't walk all over me

I hope my eyes can still see

and in my mind I said, "I really like the way the curb holds my head"

I really think that I'm just gonna stay

I really think that I'm gonna crash on the sidewalk tonight

I really think that I'm just gonna sleep here tonight