Avec Ou Sans Moi

Manhattan in winter
It gives me the blues
Some people go to the first ones
I'm always last
I wait in line like the others
But I don't get in
I've made no other mistake
Being born like this

Manhattan in winter
This time it's for the last
Harlem, desire for ether
Tell me, brother, which way is the sea?
I'll end up like the others
Because I'm like that
And the earth will remain round
With or without me

I'll end up like everyone else
Because I'm like that
And the earth will remain round
With or without me
I'll leave out the back
In a swoop
The earth will remain the earth
With or without me