Solastalgia (4 a.m. Version)

It's four in the morning At the the end of October New York is a jaw That'll crush you to cinder The streets are all littered with throwaway idols And the wind is so bitter It cuts like a rifle Since when did we go to war Funny, that I can't recall Is it raining on you? It's raining on me So I cut from the coast In a car like an arrow Talking to ghosts They won't give me directions Mine is a rhythm alive with sensations I've fallen so far for these wide open spaces And when I cannot fall anymore I stop and I give you a call Is it raining on you? It's raining on me Is it raining on you? It's raining on me I need a holiday I, hey, hey, hey Is it raining on you? It's raining on me Is it raining on you? It's raining on me Raining on Raining on Raining on Raining on