goin’ down to new york town
Four in the morning on a cold summer night,
touching down to new york town
the subway train to Bedford,
clouded visions of ice
no more auction block for Samuel Page,
the note read like a hammer
It’s your mother, Sam. She’s getting old.
Stand clear of the closing doors.
Still not safe to say so candid lying in a gown
For the record, he was young goin down to new york town
Sam heard the shots, but he never looked twice,
in ceremony of candles
Go down, go down, and with further advice,
the room fell quiet
Just in sight, Sam as lucky as sin,
caught her lonesome by the door
Cut your losses, man, you know she’s right,
in colors laced with amber
Still not safe to say so candid, your time is comin round
For the record, he was young goin down to new york town
Make it two before the doctor wails,
in the dark with hipsters
Pointed fingers and women in red,
a night in tunisia
Natalia, in motions, rocking back and forth,
under naked lights
The set was nearly ending,
she fell straight no chaser
Still not safe to say so candid, she never made a sound
For the record, he was young goin down to new york town
Send them home to their mother with blessings,
the young one doesn’t understand
Haven’t seen their uncle sam in years,
junky jivin for dice
Sam started crying, sayin’ man they look so happy,
in photos black and white
But covered eyes never dried no rain,
pourin down on New York Town
Still not safe to say so candid, the man died with a crown
for the record he was young goin down to New York Town
