crossing the brige is bringing me back. nthe city's asleep in a cab. ntaking the high road to my dreams. nfinding loose change in smoky old jeans. nnntime to head home ntoo late to atone. nit seems my way has lost its way again nsince i'm going nowhere, i'll make my own time. nnnwatching the snowfall blanket the ground. nnew york's just like any old town. nseems like a good time to come clean n'cause what you mean is not what you mean. nnntime to head home ntoo late to postpone. nit seems my way has lost its way again nsince i'm going nowhere, i'll make my own time. nnnthe dead-end streets i pass nthe evening like this, that succotash nthere's something about energy, nthere's something about being who you want to be. n'cause then you can sleep at night. nthat way when you're tired, your tired's alright. nthen your way to dreams is clean. nnntime to head home ntoo late to postpone. nit seems my way has found its way again nsince i'm going somewhere, i'll make my own time. nmmmmm... mmmmm