Cities change 
And stranger’s faces stay the same

I look for you in all of them and I’m hoping you get doored, 
That way I can rush to you 

And hold you too 
The way city boys do (you’ve never ventured out of Chelsea) holding back the tears you’ve bottled up in me, I’ll patch your scars with the palm of my pain and

you’ll see my eyes for what they are, 
hoping you get doored so I can rush to you, 

there’s a bike shop down on Grand.