Sirens ring, shots ring out,
A stranger cries, screams out loud,
I had my world, strapped against my back,
I held my hands, never knew how to act,
Well the same black line that was drawn on you
was drawn on me, and now its drawn me in,
6th avenue heartache
Below me, was a homeless man,
I'm singing songs, I knew com-plete,
On the steps alone, his guitar in hand,
his 50 years, he stood where he stands,
Well the same black line that was drawn on you
was drawn on me, and now its drawn me in,
6th avenue heartache
Well the same black line that was drawn on you
was drawn on me, and now its drawn me in,
6th avenue heartache
Now I'm walking home, on those streets,
the river winds, move my feet
The subway steam, like silhouettes in dreams,
Stood by me, [stood by me] just like moon-beams,
Well the same black line that was drawn on you
was drawn on me, and now its drawn me in,
6th avenue heartache
Well the same black line that was drawn on you
was drawn on me, and now its drawn me in,
6th avenue heartache
Look out the window, down upon that street,
And gone like at midnight, was, that man,
but I see his six strings, laid against that wall,
and all his things, they all look so small,
I got my fingers crossed, on a shooting star
just like me, just moved, on
Well the same black line that was drawn on you
was drawn on me, and now its drawn me in,
6th avenue heartache