I'm not one to run from a challenge
Willingly to lay down and die
Cash in my chips
Call it a day
Give up the ghost
You choose the cliché
Not very often I've folded
No matter how lousy my hand
And though optimistic
I'm not masochistic
That's why I got us a plan
For something strange is upon us
I can feel it deep in my bones
Time to cut our losses
Time to cut and run
So meet me on the Bronx side
Of the Willis Avenue bridge
As dusk turns dusty orange
You will know me by the fear in my eyes
While we got something left to lose
We gotta get out of this place
Blow this busted city
And find a state of grace
So meet me on the Bronx side
Of the Willis Avenue bridge
As dusk turns dusty orange
You will know me by the fear in my eyes
While we got something left to lose
We gotta get out of this place
Blow this busted city
And find a state of grace