Get off the plane at kennedy Got a dream in your heart Though it's down in your boots Got a hundred quid in your pocket And a couple of addresses In woodside and the bronx And you fit in like a fist in a glove With the other hard chaws on the gang Some are runnin' from themselves Some are runnin' from god and man And you drink to dull the memory Of why you strayed from home To the concrete fields of new york city An orphan of the storm
The gangerman looks at you Respect in his eyes He knows you'll work until you drop 'cause there's a black rage eatin' away inside you You'd walk through walls, son Before you'd ever give up And at night you're like a phantom Nailin' every you one you can It's better than lyin' awake in the dark Thinkin' of her with another man But she'll never take your dreams away That's not why you've come To the canyoned streets of new york city An orphan of the storm
You only went back once You just had to be sure Kindness in her eyes You saw only pity there So drink up your jamesons whiskey Wash it down with pints Obliteration on the rocks Then out of here in the dawn's hungover light
So you put her far behind you You hardly think of her anymore Well, maybe on a rainy sunday night You're the gangerman yourself now Got a new job down the trades And every little thing's gonna be alright Then they blew you to sweet jesus On that grand september day Not a cloud on your horizon Your heart finally okay But they couldn't take your dreams away They were not for sale or loan On the shattered streets of new york city This orphan has finally come home