Uptown Four

There's a man in the corner of this uptown four
Who nods to me sweet from the five o'clock score
In an hour or two he will open his eyes, and the light will be different
Much to his surprise

Where does he come from, where does he go?
Questions as these, I'd like to know
For now he will sleep as I step to the door
And drift away northbound on this uptown four

There's a woman beside him, holding her babe
Tender devotion to life that she made
As they hurdle through Harlem, and fly on the track
She sings sweet and low for her man to come back

Where does she come from, where does she go?
Questions as these, I'd like to know
Now a baby he cries as a toy hits the floor
Drift away northbound, on this uptown four

And two brothers, in collars and wrinkles up sleeves
Keep warm in their pockets small handsome young dreams
And they laugh and they cuss and they care to be free
While the girls in the 8th grade listen with glee

Where do they come from, where do they go?
Questions as these, I'd like to know
Soon howel's and laughter are lost to the roar
Clever collection on this uptown four

There's a man in the window who looks much like me
Just a night older, I'm sure he'd agree
Although we are moving at such a great pace
There's beauty to being alive in this place

Where do we come from, where do we go
Questions as these, I'd like to know
Come beggar, come banker both man at the core
Drift away northbound on this uptown four