Sit down Remind me how This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost Sit down Remind me how This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost And just outside you can hear the sound of the early morning street becoming way too loud and the hum of the engines in the cars on the street yeah on the streets And with this cigarette that I just lit as I pass the 53rd St. bridge right now the world just seems too big the world just seems too big Sit down Remind me how This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost Sit down Remind me how This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost And just outside I can see my breath inbetween the words that fog my spinning head and I can see the sun coming up and it's just light enough to see And with this cigaret