4:30 in the morning I'm tattered, tired and torn Trying to keep up with the pace This ain't my home, and it ain't my place The candle keeps on burning at this point there's no returning The policy is clear, anything goes when you are here Almost anything goes From the night clubs to the shows Almost anything goes From the haircuts to the clothes Almost anything goes From your head down to your toes Almost anything goes Does this place ever close? I wanna wake up in a city that likes to go to bed Where they know what time of day it is but I'm stuck here instead. Now every rule is disregarded So I'd hope we all get started moving at that hyperspeed This city seems to need Nice place to visit but I don't wanna die here I stay on my toes whenever I go by here Nice place to visit but I don't wanna die here I stay on my toes whenever I go by here I was killing all my money, spending brain cells just as fast So I'll grab a taxi cab and head somewhere where I can crash Port authority driver, home's my destination Don't noone wake me up til we're near Park Street Station There's this electric lure that's so attractive But I'd rather hang my hat on a hook that's not so active I was walking on the wild side, I was in that state of mind The neon lights were bright but I'll be leaving them behind Big city of dreams can be a nightmare A knife, a fork a bottle, a cork I'm outta here I'm outta here