Back from the war He sits in the car And holds onto his baby Who still feels far Remember as an orphan How he wanted to be held He came here with his brothers They're working for the well So wake up, Amani Get down to the station They're waiting for you How could you leave them waiting? I sit and listen as the trains go by There but for the grace of God go I How are you today? Thank you, come again How are you today? Thank you, come again You need not ask the worth When you show up in that precious shirt Walking down 1st, just past the 20 A man at the center, he drinks himself sick Yeah the money is good, but I'm killing my body He's in his shiny clothes So he can't get hit One day he stops and gets out of all of it By then his neck curls And he walks with a limp But now he can do anything that he wants to Any little thing his broken back will permit How are you today? Thank you, come again How are you today? Thank you, come again Ah, give it to the site Your body, your might Your muscles getting big and your tendons are tight How are you today? How are you today? You need not ask the worth When you show up in that precious shirt How many punch drunk surly men does it takes to screw a lightbulb in? New York, wasted Start again, start again New York, wasted Start again, start again New York is wasted, you start again New York is wasted You start again