Tekster: Thea Gilmore. Liejacker. Dance In New York.

Think there's a line that I crossed somewhere over the border
'Cos I broke every rule you had written in your little book
Singing Neil Young songs to the ones who, like lambs to the slaughter
Are combing their hair and selling stories about drugs they took

And Renee she thinks that all of her prayers have been answered
When she stands under the lights to make those six wires sing
But the truth is those strings are just pulled by a roomful of chancers
And there's nothing original, not even original sin

And I want to run run run fast as I can
Let those grey gloves wrap their fingers around my heart
I want to run run run so far from here
'Till the streets of Manhattan just tear this waster apart
No I don't wanna talk, I wanna dance in New York

Well I heard a breeze blow like a ghost riding out cross the ocean
And the smell of the midsummer sun dripping down through the blue
It's so easy to drift through these things with your eyes half open
Looking out for the prize lining up all the things left to prove

And who would have thought that a year on I'd be where I'm standing
Half singing a song to a person I've only half met
But I have fought like a wildcat for space and understanding
And boy let me tell you I'm not done fighting yet

'Cos I want to run run run fast as I can
Let those grey gloves wrap their fingers around my heart
I want to run run run so far from here
'Till the streets of Manhattan just tear this waster apart
No I don't wanna talk, I wanna dance in New York

So sing to me all of you children of one minute wonder
Sing it out like you've always wanted to do
I will dance in the street no matter who's sky I am under
You sing it out and I'll sing it straight back to you

Then let me run run run fast as I can
Let those grey gloves wrap their fingers around my heart
I want to run run run so far from here
'Till the streets of Manhattan just tear this waster apart
No I don't wanna talk, I wanna dance in New York

(Thanks to Andrew for these lyrics)