New York (Live From Farmclub.Com / Remastered 2024)

In New York freedom feels like too many choices

In New York I found a friend to drown out the other voices

Voices on the cell phone

Voices from home

Voices of the hard sell

Voices down the stairwell

In New York, just got a place in New York

In New York summers get hot, well into the hundreds

You can't walk around the block without a change of clothing

Hot as a hairdryer in your face

Hot as a handbag and a can of mace

New York, just got a place in New York

In New York you can forget, forget how to sit still

Tell yourself you will stay in

But it's down to Alphaville

New York, New York, New York

New York, New York

It's in New York

It's in New York

The Irish been coming there for years

Feels like they own the place

They got the airport, city hall, concrete, asphalt, they even got the police

Irish, Italians, Jews and Hispanics

Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew

Living happily, not like me and you

That's where I lost, in New York

New York, New York

New York

New York, New York

It's in New York

It's in New York

In New York I lost it all to you and your vices

Still I'm staying on to figure out my mid-wife crisis

I hit an iceberg in my life

Yet I'm still afloat

You lose your balance, lose your wife

In the queue for the lifeboat

Got to put the women and children first

But you've got an unquenchable thirst for New York

New York, New York

New York

New York, New York

In the stillness of the evening

When the choir has had its day

I thought I heard you whisper

Come away, child

To in New York

It's in New York

New York