It's a beautiful day and the city is full of peopleIn our neighborhood there's a smoker smokingAnd I'm asking you like a morning cigaretteAnd like bitter coffeeAnd like bitter coffeeThe streets are empty and there's no soulAnd the moon has just gone to the westAnd I'm asking you like a myriad of solutionsAnd like the eastAnd like the eastThe sun has risen and the radio is playingWith a hookah that's crying for a forestAnd I'm hugging you and then I'm walkingLike a blind manApplause
