I would love to be the lucky one on chill avenue
Who could keep your heart warm when ice has turned it blue
But with the beggin´ sleeping losers as they turn in for the night
I´m looking back for home and I can see the lights

I should be jumpin´ shoutin´ that I made it all this way
From Camden town station to 44th and 8th
Not many make it this far and many say we´re great
But just like them we walk on an´ we can´t escape our fate
Can´t you hear the sighing
Eastside Jimmy and Southside Sue
Both say they needed something new

So I´m standing at the gates of the west
I burn money at the lights of the sign
The city casts a shadow of the perfect crime
I´m standing at the gates of the east
I take my pulse and the pulse of my friend
The city casts a shadow, will I see you again?

The immigrants an´ remnants of all the glory years
Are clustered around the bar again for another round of beers
Little Richard´s in the kitchen playing spoons and plates
He´s telling the waitress he´s great

Ah say i know somewhere back´n´forth in time
Out on the dustbowls, deep in the roulette mine
Or in a ghetto cellar only yesterday
There´s a move into the future for the USA.

I hear them crying
Eastside Jimmy and Southside Sue
Both said they needed something new

Standing at the gates of the west
In the shadow again
I´m standing at the gates of the west
In the shadow again