The Running Styles of New York

I hear beauty in things
 Like the neighbors return to their love and pride
 Their day like a wicked ride
 But then to belong
 And their kids running by given riddles and tales
 For their way to be
 Little buddies, the mystery of just being around
 All that I fear is that all that I have given you
 Is a ship out to nowhere that wants to be out of control
 But I see the light in oh so many things out here
 And a lifetime gently now sits on the stairs to my home
 We're running out
 But moving on
 Into the days of our grace returning
 And the dancer just turns
 Until they spin fast enough for the biggest show
 Take some pics of the afterglow
 Then do it again
 I see stars in the sky
 And I wish they'd return to be in me now
 Make up for what I lack somehow
 When it's all been too much
 All that I fear is that all that I have given you
 Is a ship out to nowhere that wants to be out of control
 But I see the light in oh so many things out here
 And a lifetime so gently now sits on the stairs to my home
 We're running out
 But moving on
 Into the days of our grace returning
 I'm curly to the bone
 But then you straighten me again
 I carry you to bed
 Let the hours sweep away
 Your day has been hard
 I will whisper to heal
 And not wake up the listening thoughts in me
 Their revealing dark poetry
 And this shadow they sell
 There is beauty out here
 Like peculiar running styles some are wild
 And the breath on the other side
 Of getting around
 All that I fear is that all that I have given you
 The ship out to nowhere that wants to be out of control
 But I see the light in oh so many things out here
 And a lifetime so gently now sits on the stairs to my home
 We're running out
 But moving on
 Into the days of our grace returning
 We're running out
 But moving on
 Into the days of our grace returning