Almost Anything Goes

Its 4:30 in the morn
Im tattered, tired and torn
Trying to keep up the pace,
This aint my home, this aint my place
The candle keeps on burning
At this point theres no returning
The policy is clear, anything goes when you are here
Almost anything goes
From the nightclubs to the shows
Almost anything goes
From the haircuts to the clothes
Almost anything goes
From your head down to your toes
Almost anything goes,
Does this place ever close?
I wanna wake up in a city
That likes to go to bed
Where they know what time of day it is But Im stuck here instead
The rules are disregarded
So its time we all got started
Moving at this hyperspeed
This city seems to need
Nice place to visit but I dont wanna die here
I stay on my toes wherever I go by
I was killing all my money,
Spending brain cells just as fast
So Ill grab a taxi cab, head somewhere I can crash
Driver, port authority
Homes my destination
Dont wake me up till were near
Park street station
Theres this electric lure thats sometimes so attractive
But Id rather hang my hat on a hook thats not so active
I was walking on the wild side, I was in that state of mind
The neon lights were bright
But Ill be leaving them behind
Big city of dreams can be a nightmare
A knife, a fork a bottle, a cork Im outta here