jonny was a poor one without hope

and, who knows, happy as he was, what he'd do?

and how i did like him, despite all the ruins

then one day he died, and he died without a thing

experts come and go, but what do i know?

would you hold my hand, as we go to sleep?

and i want you to be able to weep

oh look outside, our city never sleeps

guess that's real neat, guess we've got to compete