Lyrics

To Be Cool

I came to New York to be cool
An Indiana drifter on a mule
With swagger and grit & a bag full of tricks
And a casual stutter
Call me brother

I came to New York to be bad
But I can?t get away from being had
He?s a snake
She?s a witch
I don?t want to be rich
But I?m a hard working man
Hard to understand

I cannot figure out what I will do today
I cannot figure out the timing of the trains
I cannot think about who I was yesterday
I cannot find the silver lining

I came to New York to be heard
But no one really listens to the words
One day you?re the man
Then the next you?re the sheep
I am free
But I am doomed
I?m consumed

I came to New York to be cool
An Indiana drifter on a mule
I?ve made some mistakes that I wear on my face
I?m not afraid
I?m not a fool
But I ain?t cool
I ain?t cool

© 2003 David Sherman, BMI