On a whim last night I climbed to the top of what must have been the highest point in all of the Bronx
And from where I sat I saw the Throgs Neck Bridge, my gateway back to home
But as the fog rolled in, I saw it swallowed home
I think I'm getting back tonight
Would you care if I came over?
I'm scared I'm starting to forget your highway exit, the warmth of your bed, the touch of your fingers, your kiss on my head
I scratch the hours in the wall 'til I can see you again
But sometimes my homesick eyes fail to see my feet in front of me planted firmly in wet cement from the New York City streets
This f****** city's got the best of me
They say a "Bronx Block" is twice as long
but they make you feel twice as far away from me
And from where I sat I saw the Throgs Neck Bridge, my gateway back to home
But as the fog rolled in, I saw it swallowed home
I think I'm getting back tonight
Would you care if I came over?
I'm scared I'm starting to forget your highway exit, the warmth of your bed, the touch of your fingers, your kiss on my head
I scratch the hours in the wall 'til I can see you again
But sometimes my homesick eyes fail to see my feet in front of me planted firmly in wet cement from the New York City streets
This f****** city's got the best of me
They say a "Bronx Block" is twice as long
but they make you feel twice as far away from me