Reed and Bowie.

And it goes like this:
Can you see me?

Can you hear me?

Looking for another chance for someone else to be

Looking for another place to ride into the sun

Where -
everything seems so pretty
But if you’re tired and you’re sick of the city

Remember that it’s just a flower, made out of clay
Oh, the city

Where everything seems so gray
But if you’re tired and you’re filled with self-pity

Remember that you’re just one more person who’s there.