Lyrics Columbus Avenue - Bluey

Columbus Avenue

Through the symphony of sirens
Took the poets walk through Central park
Sat a while beneath the sycamore
To watch the world go by
Got a pretzel on the corner
And lost myself inside it all
Didn’t take too long to find someone stranger than myself
I make my own way to the rooftop lounge
To write a set-list for the show
West side of Manhatten
Tonight we’re gonna, we’re gonna blow
In the city that never stops
There’s no time for feeling blue
Everything is possible on Columbus Avenue
Very strangely there is beauty in the chaos and the grind
Here the law besides to low less
Make beautiful of enemies
Between West 59 and 110th Street
The blurry technicolor view
And you can hear the constant beat of the salsa
Through the night
I pour a drink and catch my breath
As I suit up for the show
From the street bars to the stars
Looking for journey in the big yellow taxi
From the high towers to the urban flowers
It’s just the way that Stevie saw it
Columbus Avenue
Columbus Avenue