When I think of those New York lights
Friday nights
Taking a stroll
Through the city streets alone
The days are never warm
And the people are cold
Sitting there freezing looking for a hand to hold
It's gotten a little crazy
You can hear it on the news every day

The lights dont shine
As bright as they say
In New York City
And a rose can't grow
Between the sidewalk cracks
The marquee won't save your soul
And once you sell it
You can never have it back

I never realized the passing faces
Of different races
Walking down the Avenue every day
Captivated by the different sounds
The rumours around
The city that never sleeps
At least that's what they say


The lights dont shine
As bright as they say
In New York City
And a rose can't grow
Between the sidewalk cracks
The marquee won't save your soul
And once you sell it
You can never have it back