Music by Lee and Lifeson / Lyrics by Peart

I

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

II

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