I’m always hearin’ things…cars drivin’ by…ambulances flyin’ down streets…fire trucks racin’ to somewhere…cops always on the chase…gun shots down alleyways…
the hum of a refrigerator…air-conditioner clickin’ off and on…tv makin’ noise ‘cross the hall…old man next door talkin’ to himself…always talkin’ to himself…
these sounds…sometimes they feel like ghosts haunting throughout the night…pitch black outside…can’t see a thing…just hear ’em as you’re tucked away in bed…tryin’ to sleep with one eye open…wonderin’ if you’ll eventually dream…maybe it’s all a dream…
I remember when I lived in New York…goin’ down to the river and closin’ my mind off to everything but the sound of waves…choppy waters…boats makin’ the East River move…and I’d feel the breeze on my face…there was always a mist…it was peaceful…peaceful…
no longer do I hear the East River…no longer am I at peace…there is no water to take me away from the sirens…the yells of drunks walkin’ home at three in the mornin’…couples fightin’…air brakes on diesels…
water is needed…water is needed…
