New York Song Songtext / Lyric

First time in New York, just seventeen

in a motel full of poets, drunks and

queens. I walk the city streets into the

night to see Manhattan in the early

morning light. On the corner of a

street they laugh and talk, the young

men watch me coming, block my walk;

they see me slow right down - they

know I don't belong. Then all at once

... they all break into song.