The Camera Eye - Live In YYZ 1981

We'll like to do something else
 From moving pictures right now
 This is the Camera Eye
 Grim faced and forbidding, their faces closed tight
 An angular mass of New Yorkers
 Pacing in rhythm, race the oncoming night
 They chase through the streets of Manhattan
 Head first humanity, pause at a light
 Then flow through the streets of the city
 They seem oblivious to a soft spring rain
 Like an English rain
 So light, yet endless
 From a leaden sky
 The buildings are lost in their limitless rise
 My feet catch the pulse and the purposeful stride
 I feel the sense of possibilities
 I feel the wrench of hard realities
 The focus is sharp in the city
 Wide angle watcher on life's ancient tales
 Steeped in the history of London
 Green and grey washes in a wispy white veil
 Mist in the streets of Westminster
 Wistful and weathered, the pride still prevails
 Alive in the streets of the city
 Are they oblivious to this quality?
 A quality
 Of light unique to
 Every city's streets
 Pavements may teem with intense energy
 But the city is calm in this violent sea
 I feel the sense of possibilities
 I feel the wrench of hard realities
 The focus is sharp in the city