I'm pushing pins through the pavement I'm adding days to the week I feel the city sidewalk shake beneath me While everyone sleeps I'm spiking Punch & Judy sendoffs With silver dollars I stole From Michael's dresser somewhere back in Brooklyn While he was out digging holes I wrote the horse you rode in on a letter To keep the focus off me, and make it stay there To keep you guessing while the shift change splits the streets But I still can't sleep