September in the city
and nobody knows you're here.
It's okay to walk down the boulevard
it doesn't care if you're sad or broke or queer
All the familiar faces
washed away in an angry rain
now you're here in September in the city
and you have to start all over again
The sun just over the pigeon roofs
is yours as much as anyone else's here
and black roses in a sidewalk garden
bless you as much as anyone, dear
September in the city
and god is in the windows and the leaves
you will be all right, for one more night
if you just remember to breathe
The sun just over the pigeon roofs
is yours as much as anyone else's here
and black roses in a sidewalk garden
bless you as much as anyone, dear.