all day the city's selling something 
                                            always, the busy people spinning 'round 
                                            busier 
                                            dizzier 
                                            'til they go back home to somewhere 
                                             
                                            and taxies stop to say "hello" 
                                            "want a ride? I'll take you there" 
                                            "to anywhere, just tell my driver" 
                                             
                                            the sun is casting shadows 
                                            an afternoon is fading 
                                            I ask, but no one knows 
                                            the answer to the question 
                                            my life is like an island 
                                            where does this ocean go? 
                                             
                                            shyly, a wino sips his wine 
                                            slowly, cause to him that is all that matters 
                                            he sees a cat he knows so well 
                                            now sleeping on a bench together 
                                             
                                            a woman waiting by herself, selling flowers 
                                            "please buy some, so I can help my daughter, will you?" 
                                             
                                            the man with spider eyebrows 
                                            is standing on a corner 
                                            "who wants to see a show?" 
                                            his head looks like a melon 
                                            he turns into an alley 
                                            then stops to blow his nose 
                                            sky is filled with neon 
                                            the buildings stand electric 
                                            and almost seem to glow 
                                            want answers to the question 
                                            my life is like an island 
                                            where does the ocean go? 
                                            I really want to know 
                                            my life is like an island 
                                            it's time for me now to fly 
                                            where does the ocean go?