Salt Throwers off a Truck

When February came, it came straight for New York
Any colder, they said, and we'll be skating to work
Salt throwers were taming the sidewalks with haste
'Til the whole of the city was seasoned to taste

The world was a yawn fingerprinted by night
Pro couples out running the leaves into kites
And out jumped the soul from his too-little chest
Was kited away along with the rest

Live by design, 'til you resign
If anyone asks, I love my city

Oh, where will you take me for dinner and sex?
The romance of somewhere where trains go direct?
I live pretty close to a view of the stars
But it's not in my nature to look through the bars
My friend, you're major
You're king of the world
You might as well feel it
You might as well take all the chips that you can
They're the chips that you earned
And they're ain't no forever
Where living's concerned
When I'm at the door of whatever it is
If it's nothing romantic or nothing to miss
I'll hope that I lived like those salt thrower heads
Drove over the treasury and helping the next

Live by design, 'til you resign
If anyone asks, I love my city

Old was a man who attended his patch
Offending next door with the lock on the latch
He felt too deeply, too often, too long
And now he'll feel nothing forever