Columbus Avenue - Bluey

Through the symphony of sirens

Took the poets walk through Central park

Sat a while beneath the sycamore

To watch the world go by

Got a pretzel on the corner

And lost myself inside it all

Didn’t take too long to find someone stranger than myself

I make my own way to the rooftop lounge

To write a set-list for the show

West side of Manhatten

Tonight we’re gonna, we’re gonna blow

In the city that never stops

There’s no time for feeling blue

Everything is possible on Columbus Avenue

Very strangely there is beauty in the chaos and the grind

Here the law besides to low less

Make beautiful of enemies

Between West 59 and 110th Street

The blurry technicolor view

And you can hear the constant beat of the salsa

Through the night

I pour a drink and catch my breath

As I suit up for the show

From the street bars to the stars

Looking for journey in the big yellow taxi

From the high towers to the urban flowers

It’s just the way that Stevie saw it

Columbus Avenue

Columbus Avenue