I turn the corner See a rat in the rubble As I try with all my might To put it out of mind I step on some Budweiser glass A limousine drives by A rich man turns the corner Sees a rat in the rubble He raises his smoked glass window And reads the Wall Street Journal Sky's not free River's not free I'm not free Life's not free In the city I'm told I too, must wear a tie Or they'll fire me From my boring, nothing job I guess a tie is the ornament of establishment Though it seems to me To be more of a leash than a bow So many people hound it to the pound So many people collar to the dollar Sky's not free River's not free I'm not free Life's not free In the city Ok, freedom is a state of mind, I agree But I need the elements To remind me why With all this steel, and concrete And noise about money Honey, you get tunnel vision You forget that there's earth Below the subway And beyond the scrapers There is sky ...'s not free River's not free I'm not free Life's not free In the city I plan a day in the country with you Having gotten home from work Last night at twelve-thirty AM Having fallen asleep Last night at three-thirty AM Because I couldn't shut down my mind To the city never sleeps As the phone rang this morning Your sweet voice was calling I looked at that clock How I hate that damn clock I excuse myself from our date Oh, fate, see I had to be Back by mid-afternoon And the travel time cuts in And the trains are always late And the station's on the east side And I know these are lame excuses And I'm so damn sorry I'm so damn sorry, Laury I know it's important But I feel like I've gotten My priorities beaten out of me With a rolled up New York Times And this leash Keeps yanking on my tie Sky's not free River's not free I'm not free Life's not free In the city I love "Rhapsody in Blue" too It's just that he was rich when he wrote it And only the rats, the roaches The rubble, and the rich men are free In the city