Waking up in New York City
Dreaming about how it all began
Bright lights, big city
New Amsterdam and the Indians
You called me in tears
And it looks like rainI walk south
Through our playground
Civilization's honeycombTaxi, taxi, taxi
Warm and pungent seats
Take me across the bridge
I can't be lateI'm heavy with you
Through cold morning avenues
Rushing with the rabble
Under gluttonous swelling skiesI'll come to you
Over clandestine sidewalks
I'll come to you
Crashing through dead leavesCrashing, I'll come to you
And the cracks in the sidewalks
I'll come to you, crashingWell, and the crosswalk says stop
Yet there you are
Trust the flicker of a picture
Between the static of carsAnd it's a relief
That these walls are so high
Like arms that hold us together
Waiting for a green lightGo, go, go, stop
Go, go, go, stop
We embrace in the heart of our city
On wet broken sidewalks we're free
Songwriters
DAVID GREENBERGER, ERIK LINDGRENPublished by
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