En Washington Heights: Wesleyan Edition
Nina Rosario, on her way home from her first year at Yale:
Waiting on the Metro-North Train, I am going insane, waiting in vain for it to take me home
Finally we leave the station, I am so impatient–to get the fuck out of New Haven
And get some time alone
And as I leave, all I see are the homeless standing by
As the rich kids avert their eyes and get their meaningless degrees
I’m sitting next to businessmen who are cheating on their wives
They’ve been commuting all their lives, filling hotel vacancies
And all I wanna do is go home, where everything’s alright
Where in a way you’re never alone, cuz everyone’s squeezed together tight
EN WASHINGTON HEIGHTS! (Repeat about a billion times)
Nothing’s changed, it’s all the same, everybody knows your name . . .
I’ve been gone for over a year, but everyone I love is still here . . .
No more quiet nights alone, I’m home, I’m finally home . . .
Le lo lai le lo lai, lai lo le lo lai, le lo lai la lai lai lai . . .
Waiting to get off the A train, I am going insane, waiting in pain for it to take me home
I get off and leave the station, finally on vacation–until I make a realization
As I’m standing there alone
And on the street all I see are a row of endless lights screaming out against the night
That no one knows your name anymore
And suddenly it dawns on me, you can’t go home again
And no matter where you’ve been, it’s not the same . . .