The subway is yellow,
The sky is grey, but I've an umbrella,
Unlike much other folk,
Riding their two-wheelers on the sidewalk,
Some motorized, some not,
The Oct-Loft neighbourhood's waiting for me,
Once I finish the short nitro I bought,
It's three thirty in the morning for me,
That will change in two days,
When my body catches up with my brain,
Then I may find my way,
Like we all want,
Travel broadens the mind,
It shows you things are the same ev'rywhere,
So there's really nothing you need to find.
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