Tangled in the Fray

This morning in Brooklyn
a million strangers shuffle by,
go on by
and this moment we stood in
a single moment in a million lives,
come alive
Oh why, we’re tangled in the fray
Oh why, we press on anyway
Oh why, we’re fighting everyday
Fighting the way it is
Making the way it is
the way it’s gonna be
What a morning in Brooklyn
The sights, the sounds, the streets, the sky,
the city sky
that echo the secrets
that hide in the darkness of the night,
every night
Oh why, we’re tangled in the fray
Oh why, we press on anyway
Oh why, we’re fighting everyday
Fighting the way it is
Making the way it is
the way it’s gonna be
Oh why, we’re tangled in the fray
Oh why, we press on anyway
Oh why, we’re fighting everyday
Fighting the way it is
Fighting the way it is
Making the way it is
The way it’s gonna be