For All Centuries

jonny was a poor one without hope and, who knows, happy as he was, what he'd do? and how i did like him, despite all the ruins then one day he died, and he died without a thing experts come and go, but what do i know? would you hold my hand, as we go to sleep? and i want you to be able to weep oh look outside, our city never sleeps guess that's real neat, guess we've got to compete