People wondering how I'm gonna deal with the pressure People wondering how I'm gonna try to survive In the city I was pounding the pavement Trying to make it In the city that doesn't sleep Getting cold stares And cold feet But I know if I can make it there…. Blowing up the spot In a one hour spot In a downtown club With shady money tactics They give you just a little bit And say, "don't you want more of this?" People wondering how I'm gonna deal with the pressure People wondering how I'm gonna try to survive In the city Well, we're turning our villains into heroes And our role models are just lucky chumps With sex appeal It's the twenty-first century and the music business Is politics as usual I heard that Clinton joined the Plastercasters Hey man, he blows a mean saxophone… People wondering how I'm gonna deal with the pressure People wondering how I'm gonna try to survive In the city Last Refrain I've got a solid vision of the future I'm just going to lie to myself and never look back And though I'm feeling kind of useless I just say, "tomorrow I'll pick up the slack" I've got a heart of indignation I've got no time for myself when I'm not feeling bold And with a thoughtless resignation I tell myself I won't feel this way when I'm old No, I won't feel this way when I'm old But then you open your heart And let me in I say the songs are not written So let us begin You've made up your mind To give shelter from the storm And the rain's chilled my bones But the fire makes me warm And I feel alive in the present Though everyday I'm reborn Stronger everyday I've been sewn, where I was torn And we can walk through the empty streets together And stare restlessly at the blocks ahead As we sit in a café at night and stare through the saxophone solo That rests in mid sentence, speaking in counterpoint And we push up together on a crowded train And we think we're somewhere else Resting on the saxophone's last refrain I've got a solid vision of the future I'm just going to lie to myself and never look back And though I'm feeling kind of useless I know tomorrow I'll pick up the slack I've got a heart of indignation I've got no time for myself when I'm not feeling bold And with a thoughtless resignation I tell myself I won't feel this way when I'm old No, I won't feel this way when I'm old But then you open your heart And let me in I say the songs are not written So let us begin You've made up your mind to give shelter from the storm And the rain's chilled my bones But the fire makes me warm.