It's the concrete jungle where dreams are made oh,
I want to be a part of it.
It's not as if it burned to the ground when you drove away.
Their cops ain't too smart.
I love it but it's bringing me down.
We're takin' a Greyhound on the Hudson river line.
Can you see where we're going with this?
This week's letter is N FOR NEW YORK. That magical city that never sleeps, so bring your Ambien (no MDMA pls.) and groove over the 59th st. bridge with us. TOMORROW NIGHT, 6-8 PM EST (for those of you in less frosty time zones) www.wtburadio.org . you know the drill.
No sleep til Brooklyn.