Is New York City really like a graveyard?"
they all ask me and i say
"well it was last week and man,
that was in the past."
See, I stopped going to the places
where the people act so nasty and pretentious
cause i'm happy sitting with my friends on sidewalks singing songs.

And some people are still standing
in the way of where I'm going,
so I say "please excuse me, step aside,
or keep on moving."
And I guess they sense
that my momentum meant that I was winning,
but I'm only just beginning
and I'd rather go with friends than go alone.

And some people grab my hands
and some people grab my shirt.
Some people race ahead to see if they can get there first.
Some people stay behind 'cause
they've got something else in mind.
Whatever you decided,
if you are true to you you're gonna be all right.

I wonder as I wander if I'll ever settle down,
or if everyday I'll take my roots
uprooted on route to another town.

But I am a rock tumbler
I've got rocks inside my head and
just because they come out shining,
doesn't mean that they are diamonds.

Be a great big burning ball of gas
and I'll be sitting on my big fat ass
and sipping crystal light beside a plastic wading pool.
And the next day I'll be somewhere else
and part of me will hate myself
and part of me will know deep down that I am pretty cool.
The part of me that knows I never cared for being cool.