Alone with My MiniDisc

[Verse 1] Forty-eight strikes the first note Wont her hums beneath my coat The pipes keep time behind the wall My footsteps enter through the hall The click of coffee cups begins the morning A little rhythm without a name The hiss of steam becomes the strings, the turning city starts to sing [Verse 2] Down second street the morning stirs of taxi horns and miner throats The birds become the higher notes Well, footsteps keep the song afloat My mini disc becomes the beat A private rhythm underneath I press play and disappear into the sounds I always hear [Chorus] The streets begin to breathe The city finds its key Every sound around me becomes a part of me Here, here, here it comes again The cabs on my car as a hollow way settles in my chest The engines hold the baseline The whole world moves through me The voices are the rhythm The traffic is the pulse I'm young and on my own I never feel so alone [Verse 3] Inside a cafe warm and gold The coffee warms my freezing hands The spoons become percussions against the porcelain The newspapers funny pages turn softly underneath my hands While everyone holds books like dreams and disappears into their worlds Spiky hair and leather collars Punk kids laughing over plates Silver rings and baddest jackets making beauty out of strange Their laughter becomes a melody Their glasses chime between the lines For once, mom, morning I feel it That quiet ache behind my eye The avenue grows loud The morning opens wide The subway underneath us leaves an ache I can't define [Bridge] I wonder if we all feel lonely, moving through these streets alone Millions living side by side, turning strangers into home I don't need to know their names or understand the lives they lead Their footsteps make a song with mine And loneliness becomes instead A quiet place to disappear A little space inside the sound The city never holds me close But somehow I am held around Held around