Grace Cathedral hill
All wrapped in the bones of a setting sun
All dust and stone and moribund
I paid twenty-five cents to light a little white candle for New Year's Day
I sat and watched it burn away
Then turned and weaved through slow decay
We were both a little hungry
So we went to get a hotdog, Down the Hyde St. Pier
The light was slight and dissapeared
The air, it stunk of fish and beer
We heard a superman trumpet play the National Anthem

And the world may be long for you
But he'll never belong to you
But on a motorbike
When all the city lights blind your eyes tonight
Are you feeling better now?

Some way to greet the year
Your eyes all bright and brimmed with tears
The pilgrims, pills and tourists here all sing
Fifty-three bucks to buy a brand new halo
I'm sweet on a green-eyed girl
All fiery irish clip and curl
All brine and piss and vinegar
I paid twenty-five cents to light a little white candle

And the world maybe be long for you
But he'll never belong to you
But on a motorbike
When all the city lights blind your eyes tonight
Are you feeling better now?