James McCartney - New York Times

Here were are in New York City
These are our New York times
The streets are cold but the street are pretty
The sky is blue and climbs
And here we are in New York City
In the acid snow
Steam is blowing throught the road holes
Yellow taxis flow

And here we are in New York City
Taking the subway home
Dirty traders show no pity
The homeless sleep alone
Another night in New York City
Feeling the magic flow
Tugboats pulling Hudson liners
Liberty sees and knows

Broadway lights and billboards
Tower overhead
Hudson down to Jane Street
Ripping in to sherds
Fairy lights and shadows
Interslanted eyes
We got lost on our way to Dave's
In New York how time flies

Here were are in New York City
These are our New York times
The streets are cold but the street are pretty
The sky is blue and climbs
And here we are in New York City
In the acid snow
Steam is blowing throught the road holes
Yellow taxis flow

Everything's alright
Everything's okay
Everything's all night
Everything's all day

New York City
New York