Industry Rule

People wondering how I'm gonna deal with the pressure

People wondering how I'm gonna try to survive

In the city

I was pounding the pavement

Trying to make it

In the city that doesn't sleep

Getting cold stares

And cold feet

But I know if I can make it there….

Blowing up the spot

In a one hour spot

In a downtown club

With shady money tactics

They give you just a little bit

And say, "don't you want more of this?"

People wondering how I'm gonna deal with the pressure

People wondering how I'm gonna try to survive

In the city

Well, we're turning our villains into heroes

And our role models are just lucky chumps

With sex appeal

It's the twenty-first century and the music business

Is politics as usual

I heard that Clinton joined the Plastercasters

Hey man, he blows a mean saxophone…

People wondering how I'm gonna deal with the pressure

People wondering how I'm gonna try to survive

In the city

Last Refrain

I've got a solid vision of the future

I'm just going to lie to myself and never look back

And though I'm feeling kind of useless

I just say, "tomorrow I'll pick up the slack"

I've got a heart of indignation

I've got no time for myself when I'm not feeling bold

And with a thoughtless resignation

I tell myself I won't feel this way when I'm old

No, I won't feel this way when I'm old

But then you open your heart

And let me in

I say the songs are not written

So let us begin

You've made up your mind

To give shelter from the storm

And the rain's chilled my bones

But the fire makes me warm

And I feel alive in the present

Though everyday I'm reborn

Stronger everyday

I've been sewn, where I was torn

And we can walk through the empty streets together

And stare restlessly at the blocks ahead

As we sit in a café at night and stare through the saxophone solo

That rests in mid sentence, speaking in counterpoint

And we push up together on a crowded train

And we think we're somewhere else

Resting on the saxophone's last refrain

I've got a solid vision of the future

I'm just going to lie to myself and never look back

And though I'm feeling kind of useless

I know tomorrow I'll pick up the slack

I've got a heart of indignation

I've got no time for myself when I'm not feeling bold

And with a thoughtless resignation

I tell myself I won't feel this way when I'm old

No, I won't feel this way when I'm old

But then you open your heart

And let me in

I say the songs are not written

So let us begin

You've made up your mind to give shelter from the storm

And the rain's chilled my bones

But the fire makes me warm.