NY is a Bone (Version) Lyrics

Out to meet a friend in outer space


I call him and say I've worn out my name

On walls and faces in voices and streets

In too many situations not of my making

I'm feeling so much better after a smoke and drink

Cuts and scars are blotted in ink

Tourists with headaches cattle in taxis


Eight million hands writing one story

New York is a bone carved on a stone


Worn through your nose scratching your soul

Out to meet a friend for a little comedy

She calls and says she's living the dream

In meetings at parties in clubs and limousines

Touching lives of quality

I'm feeling so much better then she disappears


Into her phone, billboards, and mirrors

I want to see my time hold it my hands

Everything at once is shaken in a glass

Home for the evening the phone rings


The voice of your mom asks how's everything

"It couldn't be better it's moving
thanks for the letter and the money"

I'm feeling so much better inside my window


Music covers shouting below

Four thousand cupcakes an ocean of milk


Eight million paper plates in the same bin