Almost Anything Goes

It's 4:30 in the morn'

I'm tattered, tired and torn

Trying to keep up the pace,

This ain't my home, this ain't my place

The candle keeps on burning

at this point there's no returning

The policy is clear, anything goes when you are here

Almost anything goes

From the nightclubs to the shows

Almost anything goes

From the haircuts to the clothes

Almost anything goes

From your head down to your toes

Almost anything goes,

Does this place ever close?

I wanna wake up in a city

That likes to go to bed

Where they know what time of day it is

but I'm stuck here instead

The rules are disregarded

So it's time we all got started

Moving at this hyperspeed

This city seems to need

Nice place to visit but I don't wanna die here

I stay on my toes wherever I go by

I was killing all my money,

Spending brain cells just as fast

So I'll grab a taxi cab, head somewhere I can crash

Driver, port authority

Home's my destination

Don't wake me up till we're near

Park Street Station

There's this electric lure that's sometimes so attractive

But I'd rather hang my hat on a hook that's not so active

I was walking on the wild side, I was in that state of mind

The neon lights were bright

but I'll be leaving them behind

Big city of dreams can be a nightmare

A knife, a fork a bottle, a cork I'm outta here