GHOST TOWN

NEW YORK IS LIKE A GHOST TOWN. NEW YORK IS ON A LOCKDOWN.
I’M AT THE CROSSROADS OF THE WORLD AND IT’S SHUT DOWN 
I’M AT THE CROSSROADS OF THE WORLD AND NO ONE IS AROUND, NOT A SOUL IN TOWN

THE SHADOWS OF MY TEARS ARE CAST UPON THE WALL
AS THE SHADOWS OF MY TEARS BEGIN TO FALL
MY FRIENDS, I HELD SO DEAR HAVE DISAPPEARED.
I PRETEND WHEN THIS STORY ENDS, IT’LL BE OK BY NEXT YEAR.

FIRST THE RICH ALL TAKE A TRIP   LIKE RATS   FROM A SINKING SHIP
THEY TAKE SOME THINGS. THEIR PRECIOUS RINGS, RIGHT OR WRONG
PACK IT UP. HIT THE ROAD. LEAVE US ALONE. FOR THEIR SUMMER HOMES.

“THERE’S A GUY, TALKING TO HIMSELF, SHOUTING REAL LOUD, TO NO ONE ELSE.
THAT’S NOT ODD, ANYWHERE IN THIS CITY.
 HE SAYS “MANNNNNN, IT’S A PITY.
THIS IS A TEST, TO SEE WHO’S THE BEST.    TO WORK TOGETHER AND SEE WEATHER.
IF WE CAN,   BE PART OF THE PLAN. CAN WE SURVIVE AND COME OUT ALIVE.’’’

NEW YORK IS ON THE DOWN SIDE   FROM THE EAST TO THE WEST SIDE.  NEW YORK IS LIKE A GHOST TOWN.
NOW IT’S ALL ONE BIG DOWN SIDE. UP AND DOWN.  JUST TRY AND SELL THAT UPPER DOWN SIDE
ALL OVER TOWN, THE UPPER DOWNSIDE OF A GHOST TOWN.