vision from my window, murky, cloaked with the grit and grime of a city breathing

all the freaks come out at night
i prefer to live by the fluorescent glow
the desk is my refuge, my haven
from the thousand dealers out in the square

i wake up to the sound of car tires on pavement
the entire building is taking a shower at once
there's no rest for the country boys
for she knows nothing of the word rest

the sun never shines over here
the morning dew stays until midnight
never burning off beneath the blaze
the inferno of mid-day Manhattan

my windows are clouded with dust
the view obstructed by a million particles
clinging to the glass for dear life
taking the city down with them

this apartment, these four barren walls
i am alone in a building of one thousand people
all of them loners, searching for the answer
will this town be the death of me?