Lyrics: Michael John La Chuisa
Music: Michael John La Chuisa
Queenie
This city. So many lights you can actually
Pretend one of ‘em is shining on you.
I always wanted to see the lights of broadway
I always wanted to hear the traffic roar
I always wanted to be a part
Of new york city’s great big heart
And now I am. I couldn’t ask for
I was that girl
I’m all of them
Trapped in a room full of shadows and not enough Light
And soon we will fade into this walls
into the nothingness
The end
Black
People like us: we get through the day
Surviving the city way better than most
We go through the motions
From nightcap to nightcap
Here but not here.
With the heart of a ghost
people like us: we meet up some night
In a room full of strangers who call themselves
Friends
It feels like a dream
But it’s too hard to tell
Where the dream begins
And the real world ends
And where
‘Where do we belong’
We might have to ask ourselves:
Where
‘ Where do we belong’
People like us:
Private stock.
Where
Queenie
People like us. We take lovers like pills
Just hoping to cure what we know we can’t fix
We’ll lay in their arms
And we’ll say pretty things
We'll be there but not there
We’ll still get our kicks
People like us we should get out kicks
And we heal awful fast and we don’t even scar
We are here but not here
In a roomful of friends
We could join the fray
Or stay here where we are
And where
‘ Where do we belong’
Do we need to ask ourselves
Where
‘ Where do we belong’
People like us:
Damaged goods
Where
Black
We dance alone on a crowded floor
Queenie
We weren’t given much
Black
And we don’t expect much more
Queenie
‘More’ Is not a word we use
Black
‘More’ Would never be enough
Both
People like us: we slip through the cracks
We’ll never be famous. So who’s gonna care
Nobody needs us
And everyone’s had us
We’re here but not here:
We’ve been there but not there
And where
‘ Where do we belong’
We only have ourselves.
Where
‘ Where do we belong’
Queenie
People like us
Lost
Black
And found
Both
Where
Where