New York City streets are hard and unforgiving In the shadow of the war and those to come But in the sidewalk cracks the dandelions are growing Soaking up the glory of the sun I wish I had a story I could share All I want is to be clear I'll take a breath and start again I see salvation in the air A Halifax apartment, no number on the door Warmer than a sleeping bag in May But some days it's so hard just to make it to the corner After all the miles that I came I wish I had a story I could share All I want is to be clear I'll take a breath and start again I see salvation in the air I guess I was naive to try to be a hero A kid with just a pinhole of a world I could have played it safe and worked out in the silo And settled down with some Cape Breton girl I wish I had a story I could share All I want is to be clear I'll take a breath and start again I see salvation in the air I'll find a way to live my life I've got salvation on my side I kept on talking, though I did not understand I was listening though I did not know my name I'm not alone, not alone, not alone