Tác giả: Jay Clifford
Lying in the grass
Staring at the sun falling through the trees
He tries to close his eyes
Hasn't slept in days
Hasn't slept in days
The Coney Island train
Is running through his head to 34th and Grand
He wonders what it's like
what it's like to be
what it's like to be one of us
One of us who fall
One of us who dance
One of us who choose
What it's like for
One of us who love
One of us who cringe
One of us who lose
What it's like for one of us
For one of us
For one
Waking up like death
Animated birds
Circling his head
Can't remember how
How he came to be
How he came to be here
Spinning carousel
Over by the lake
Makes the world a blur
He wonders what it's like
what it's like to be
what it's like to be one of us
One of us who fall
One of us who dance
One of us who choose
What it's like for
One of us who love
One of us who cringe
One of us who lose
What it's like for one of us
For one of us
For one;
Staring at the sun falling through the trees
He tries to close his eyes
Hasn't slept in days
Hasn't slept in days
The Coney Island train
Is running through his head to 34th and Grand
He wonders what it's like
what it's like to be
what it's like to be one of us
One of us who fall
One of us who dance
One of us who choose
What it's like for
One of us who love
One of us who cringe
One of us who lose
What it's like for one of us
For one of us
For one
Waking up like death
Animated birds
Circling his head
Can't remember how
How he came to be
How he came to be here
Spinning carousel
Over by the lake
Makes the world a blur
He wonders what it's like
what it's like to be
what it's like to be one of us
One of us who fall
One of us who dance
One of us who choose
What it's like for
One of us who love
One of us who cringe
One of us who lose
What it's like for one of us
For one of us
For one;