Peter and David on Avenue A
Heading for the Lower East Side
Cigarettes, coffee, a can of spray paint
A stencil of a house on fire
The sun was just setting, the men were just waking
Manhattan skyline, the city unfolding
Up all night
Every night
There they search for Saint Sebastian
Up all night
Every night
There they search for Saint Sebastian
Home so unforgiving, each with his own reason
To set out from the suburbs, for grey and gritty pastures
A third-shift busboy, the back-beat of the bass drum
The men who look at you like they own your every atom
Up all night
Every night
There they search for Saint Sebastian
Up all night
Every night
There they search for Saint Sebastian
Oh just for one night to stand within your presence
To wander through your piers, to get lost in your darkness
To weave between the hustlers and the queens and the trade
To feel the fire in your belly, as you set the world ablaze
Oh just for one night to stand within your presence
To wander through your piers, to get lost in your darkness
To weave between the hustlers and the queens and the trade
To feel the fire in your belly, as you set the world ablaze
Oh just for one night to stand within your presence
To wander through your piers, to get lost in your darkness
To weave between the hustlers and the queens and the trade
To feel the fire in your belly, as you set the world ablaze
Up all night
Every night
There they search for Saint Sebastian
Up all night
Every night
There they search for Saint Sebastian