I start my day on 86 and Lex I make my way downtown on the 4 express I see a Spanish girl in a red dress She's got big brown eyes that are looking for sex And all these hipsters are trying too hard All the yuppies stare at my guitar I see a banker with his perfect life He's got all the money, that money can buy Well it's getting really hard to dream In a city that never sleeps Well I don't fit the mold I've never been afraid of growing old I find out where I am, when it's 3am And I don't know where to go I'm just trying to land on my feet But I'm never quite up to speed I find out who I am when it's 3am The last dreamer on the street In a city That never sleeps In a city That never sleeps I see my family on the Upper East Side I'm underdressed and they think I'm high They ask about all songs I write We're all related, so I keep it light Well it's getting really hard to dream In a city that never sleeps Well I don't find the mold I never been afraid of growing out I find out where I am, when it's 3am And I don't know where to go I'm just trying to land on my feet But I'm never quite up to speed I find out who I am when it's 3am The last dreamer on the street In a city That never sleeps In a city That never sleeps In a city That never sleeps In a city That never sleeps Maybe I should move to the suburbs And find a significant other 'Cause a white picket fence is the best defense against the world outside Well I don't find the mold I never been afraid of growing out I find out who I am, when it's 3am The last dreamer on the street In a city That never sleeps In a city That never sleeps In a city That never sleeps In a city That never sleeps