In a city where the drunks are dressed in suits worth twice my rent, they fall asleepnOn the shoulders of the strangers on the trains that map out every working weeknAnd the streets run red with buses and blood from the fights that break out between friendsnIn a sea of eyes that look but never smile we're heading home nSo we can all be alonennOh, won't you part the fearsome crowd?nI am waiting for younAnd I hope that we're allowed to be brand newnTo be brand newnnWell, the end could hide inside a bag that looks just like the one I took to schoolnI was weighed down with the words and pregnant with potentialnBut I could never be coolnnI couldn't please the fearsome crowdnBut then I didn't need tonI was a child and I had better things to donI was brand newnI was brand newnnBa dadannWe don't grow up, we just give innWe close our eyesnBut in this fight, will you be on my side tonight?nTonightnnWell, he said his bones would be the shrapnel piercing through the skin of modern lifenAnd we blinked and sighed and all got back in linenThough bones had severed city veins like a knifennThey couldn't slow the fearsome crowdnWe've all got too much work to donBut I hope that we can learn to be brand newnTo be brand newnTo be brand new