If we're lucky we feel our lives
Know when the next scene arrives
So often we start in the middle and work our way outwe go to some gray-sky diner for eggs and toast
The New York Times or the New York Post
Then we take a ride through the valley of the shadow of death.
But even for us New Yorkers, there's a time in every day,
The river takes our breath away,And the Hudson, it holds the life
We thought we did it on our own- Dar Willliams, The Hudson
