I will lead the one I choose through the city in the morning. I will lead her by the hand through the darkness turning red. Through the early rush of news in the city in the morning, I will lead the one I choose through the city to my bed. As we lie there in my bed in the city in the morning, as we lie there in the honeyed light shining overhead, as we fly that kite of sun through my window in the morning, I'll say, "Look what light has done for the city, for my bed."