Daniel Thomas

[Instrumental] (Verse 1) In the city's neon glow, there strolls Big Tom, His shadow stretching long, beneath the moon's calm. With each step he takes, the pavement groans, As he wanders the streets, feeling so alone. (Chorus) Oh, in the city's nighttime embrace, Lost in the silence, finding his own space. He talks with the creatures, amidst the urban sprawl, Each encounter a tale, in the midnight drawl. (Verse 2) He nods to the rats, scurrying with might, "Do you too seek solace, in the still of the night? Or do you thrive in the chaos, of the city's thrum?" Their squeaks reply, "We're just here for the crumbs." (Chorus) Oh, in the city's nighttime embrace, Lost in the silence, finding his own space. He talks with the creatures, amidst the urban sprawl, Each encounter a tale, in the midnight drawl. (Verse 3) Pigeons on high, with wisdom to share, Big Dan asks, "Do you ponder, up there? In this city so vast, with dreams on the rise, Do you find truth beneath the city's disguise?" They coo with a smirk, in a feathered chime, "Life's just a flap, in the rhythm of time. In this concrete jungle, where dreams take flight, We pigeons soar, in the glow of the night." (Breakdown) He spots cockroaches, scurrying in haste, Big Dan asks, "In this city, do you find a taste For adventure, or just crumbs in the dark?" With a twitch and a nod, they embark: "We're connoisseurs of chaos, you see, In this urban buffet, we're living free." Then they pause, and with a sly little grin say "Ah, Big Dan, in this city, we always win."