I stepped out the front door into winter and the world outside
I stepped out the door to New York City, my hair was barely dry
I could not remember where I was going, so I went back inside
Nothing happenin' in the elevator, nothing happenin' on the stairs
Nothing ever happens when I am sleeping, so I cannot stay there
How'd you find the parties when you're in your room
How'd you find the action?
Man, the action is everywhere
If you decide to climb outside your bedroom window
Paint a picture on a cloud
Oh, if you decide that you can't hide inside
Your mind provides a slide to get you out
Feels just like you're falling
When you're goin' down
But everybody loves you when you hit the ground
I say a prayer, I say a prayer, I say a prayer to Pocahontas
I pray to John Appleseed
Oh, I cigarette the winter air
Then I Fred Astaire my way down 7th Street
Some chick yells, "Jesus loves me more than I know
But less than I need"
I parade down The Bowery to The Battery
And then I step off into the air
Point my sunglasses east toward Jerusalem
And then follow all the Pharaohs there
They're building pyramids in Leicester Square
Driving in circles round the circus 'til the circles in the air
My love says, "Come on, Adam, tell me what the hell is wrong with you"
She says, "Come on, Adam, tell me what the hell am I supposed to do?"
She says, "I could love you, I could leave you
But I can't live with what you put me through"
I call the wind Maria, because I do not know her face
I call the endless sky Amelia
Because she stays with me from place to place
I call the sun my love Emmanuelle
Because she cradled me in her embrace
Nothing happenin' in the kitchen
Nothing happenin' on the floor
Nothing happenin' in my bed
But she don't sleep there no more
How do you find the bottom when you're in the air?
Hey, man, how do you find the circus?
Man, the circus is everywhere
I stepped out the door to New York City, my hair was barely dry
I could not remember where I was going, so I went back inside
Nothing happenin' in the elevator, nothing happenin' on the stairs
Nothing ever happens when I am sleeping, so I cannot stay there
How'd you find the parties when you're in your room
How'd you find the action?
Man, the action is everywhere
If you decide to climb outside your bedroom window
Paint a picture on a cloud
Oh, if you decide that you can't hide inside
Your mind provides a slide to get you out
Feels just like you're falling
When you're goin' down
But everybody loves you when you hit the ground
I say a prayer, I say a prayer, I say a prayer to Pocahontas
I pray to John Appleseed
Oh, I cigarette the winter air
Then I Fred Astaire my way down 7th Street
Some chick yells, "Jesus loves me more than I know
But less than I need"
I parade down The Bowery to The Battery
And then I step off into the air
Point my sunglasses east toward Jerusalem
And then follow all the Pharaohs there
They're building pyramids in Leicester Square
Driving in circles round the circus 'til the circles in the air
My love says, "Come on, Adam, tell me what the hell is wrong with you"
She says, "Come on, Adam, tell me what the hell am I supposed to do?"
She says, "I could love you, I could leave you
But I can't live with what you put me through"
I call the wind Maria, because I do not know her face
I call the endless sky Amelia
Because she stays with me from place to place
I call the sun my love Emmanuelle
Because she cradled me in her embrace
Nothing happenin' in the kitchen
Nothing happenin' on the floor
Nothing happenin' in my bed
But she don't sleep there no more
How do you find the bottom when you're in the air?
Hey, man, how do you find the circus?
Man, the circus is everywhere
song info:
Verified yes
LanguageEnglish
GenreRock, Alternative
Rank−
Duration00:04:43
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Copyright ©BMG Rights Management
WriterAdam Fredric Duritz, Daniel John Vickrey, David A. Immergluck, Millard Powers
Lyrics licensed byLyricFind
AddedJuly 22nd, 2014
Last updatedMarch 7th, 2022
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