What she really feels about me / she keeps so well hidden, I just can’t see.

Sometimes, you just don't realize how fast time is passing.

Here's one for the grunts.

My discharge from the service.

You run so far away and you want me to miss you ... You bite my tongue and then you want me to kiss you ...

I went out, on the town / not quite sure what I was after.

And when you come through that door you’ll be mumbling something / About talking Kabbalah with your friends.

Whether by accident or by design / It’s where I am, so I’m making it mine / I’m in New York now.

You wave every flag / and march to every tune but your own.

It’s the last day of school, we’re so far apart / Is it too late to mend broken fences and hearts.

Hey, I was there, and I understood / That if this is what she needed, then hey, it was good.

Ya gotta fight, for your right ... to write.

I’m at peace with myself lost in my own thought.

Where do you draw the line?

So let’s get right down to the nitty gritty / You got enough voltage inside you yo power New York City.

Oh sha la la baby.

I wear my freedom triumphantly / I’m as free as the wind as the wind could be.

Don’t mess with my choo-coo.

Hey Benny, what’ll it be? – Gimme a beer.

The atmosphere’s so boiling hot / The fumes, they got me freaking / But then again what’s to expect / When some politician is speaking.