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I took a plane, I took a train
(Ah, who cares, you always end up in the city)
I said to Carl, look up for one
(See just how the sun sets in the sky)

I said to Jon, do you think the girls here?
(Ever wonder how they got so pretty?)
Oh well I do

Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour

All the boys with their home made microphones
(Have very interesting sounds)
All the girls falling to ruin dropping out of school, breaking daddy's heart
(Just to hang around)

I walked into the local record store and asked for
An American music anthology, it sounds fun
They tore off my skirt, then stuck it on the walls at PS 1

I took a plane, I took a train
(Ah, who cares, you always end up in the city)
Stranded at Bleeker and Broadway
Looking for something to do

Someone somewhere asked me
Is there anything in particular I can help you with?
(All I ever want to help with was you)

Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour