| Lyrics: | Grim-faced and forbidding,
Their faces closed tight,
An angular mass of New
Yorkers
Pacing in rhythm,
Race the oncoming night,
They chase through the streets of
Manhattan.
Headfirst humanity,
Pause at a light,
Then flow through the streets of the
city.
They seem oblivious
To a soft spring rain,
Like an English rain
So
light, yet endless
From a leaden sky.
The buildings are lost in the limitless
rise.
My feet catch the pulse and the purposeful stride.
I feel the sense of
possibilities,
I feel the wrench of hard realities.
The focus is sharp in the
city.
Wide-angle watcher
On life's ancient tales,
Steeped in the history of
London.
Mist in the streets of Westminster.
Wistful and weathered,
The pride
still prevails,
Alive in the streets of the city.
Are they oblivious
To this
quality?
A quality
Of light unique to
Every city's streets.
Pavements may
teem with intense energy,
But the city is calm in this violent sea |
