Looking out over manhattan on a foggy day...wasted'
Miss Liberty staring though she never has much to say...wasted
I soon caught sight of the gypsy woman carrying her world in a trolley
Its a big assignment said the subway preacher telling everybody of their folly
Riding high on the F train
Opening up like a pinwheel tonight
We'll go flying like a New York Song
Down in the village soaking up the atmosphere...wasted
There was no time and the cabbie had more than his share...wasted
The wishing wells and the Judas bells mask the scent of a delicate moment
Pure punk rock bands and their makeshift stands facing Californian opponents
Riding high on the F train
Opening up like a pinwheel tonight
We'll go flying like a New York Song
When the rain falls down watch the shadows taking over this town
Streetlights start to fade
We're just passengers we're one in the same, one in the same
I soon caught sight of the gypsy woman carrying her world in a trolley
Its a big assignment said the subway preacher telling ....everybody
Riding high on the F train
Opening up like a pinwheel tonight
We'll go flying like a New York Song
From Battery Park to Central West
Loose Canons firing in Sunday best
We'll go flying
Like a New York Song
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Lyrics submitted by henry.