This evening the pigeons turned to bars of gold In the sun's last light And across the river, Camden is a guilded kingdom On the verge of night And so poised here at the edge of the city I'm getting high on the sound Of the buzz of 95 And the scent of something going down East, baby, where the South Street floats into the sky Tonight east is all I need to finally start to feel defined And so a man standin' out over the highway As an autumn twilight chills his skin At last has come to terms that where he's from Is more then where he's been Now the traffic in the flashing shadows of the final glow Are just a rush of burning chariots driven by the ancient lure of home And with my hands tucked deep down in my pockets I see my own breath in the light Of the east that holds and soothes me As I spin west into Friday night East, baby, where the South Street floats into the sky Tonight east is all I need to finally start to feel defined