Well you floated in on a helium balloon 
Out of your fishbowl and into the fire 
First you sung her praises, drunk on her glow 
Then you cursed her name when you lost control 

Well you floated in on a cotton candy cloud 
Out of your desert and into the flood 
But the cobblestone mud seeped into your crown 
Oh, the silent crowd could melt you down 

I rode in on you into this city 
I'll ride out on you if everything falls 
I rode in on the rhythm of a Greyhound guitar 
With the pulse being kept by the rain 

Well I heard your voice as the tiles gave way 
And the third rail came into view 
On an upbound round of a downtown train 
And anyone can take a piece of you 

And I can't help but wonder as the faces roll past 
Did she leave anything behind? 
I stare for a moment from behind the glass 
Drowned out by the train engine's whine 

I rode in on you into this city 
I'll ride out on you if everything falls 
I rode in on the rhythm of a Greyhound guitar 
With the pulse being kept by the rain 

Neon moondust shines in Times Square 
The pulse of the alleys echoing 
In a cab going downtown, I am found, New York 

I rode in on you into this city 
I'll ride out on you if everything falls 
I rode in on the rhythm of a Greyhound guitar 
With the pulse being kept by the rain