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