New York - U2, The Black Dog

In New York, freedom looks like too many choices

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

Voices on a cell phone

Voices from home

Voices of the hard sell

Voices down a 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 hair dryer in your face

Hot as handbag and a can of mace

New York

I just got a place in New York

New York

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

New York

The Irish been coming here for years

Feel like they own the place

They got the airport, city hall

Dance hall, dance floor, they even got the police

Irish, Italians, Jews and Hispanics

Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew

Happily, not like me and you

That’s where I lost you

New York

New York, New York

New York

New York, New York

New York

New York

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

Still I’m staying on to figure out my mid-life crisis

I hit an iceberg in my life

You know I’m still afloat

You lose your balance, lose your wife

In the queue for the lifeboat

You better put the women and children first

But you’ve got an unquenchable thirst for New York

New York

New York

New York, New York

In the stillness of the evening

When the sun has had its day

I heard your voice whispering

Come away now to New

New York

New

New York

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