Meet me tonight and I'll buy the first round,nI know a little place that you might not have found;nIt looks down on the city from the underground,nThis is our station in the heart of town.nnLeave the weather at the door, leave the rush out on the street,nLet down your jewels, take the weight off your tired feet;nDraw up a chair, strike up a little craic,nIf you've had a lousy day, take the monkey off your back.nnEveryone's dressed for volume, everything's turned up loud,nIts a designer's nightmare standing out in this crowd;nWith leathers mixed with tweed, pinstripe with polka dot,nIt makes no difference in this melting pot.nnTalking business in the corner, politics at the door,nWhile the boy brings the house down with his acoustic guitar;nGoing crazy on the dance floor, she don't need no help,nShe's just getting on with being herself.nnSay hello, old timer, you're looking old against the new,nYour sign is still glowing and the pain is showing through;nYou're trapped there in the corner, all alone you've watched them grow,nBut as long as you're still standing, I know where I can go,nI can go, I can go, I can go.