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New York CityWaking up in New York CityDreaming about how it all began Bright lights, big city New Amsterdam and the Indians You called me in tears And it looks like rain I walk south Through our playground Civilization's honeycomb Taxi, taxi, taxi Warm and pungent seats Take me across the bridge I can't be late I'm heavy with you Through cold morning avenues Rushing with the rabble Under gluttonous swelling skies And I'll come to you Over clandestine sidewalks And I'll come to you Crashing through dead leaves And I'll come to you Counting cracks in the sidewalks And I'll come to you Crashing The crosswalk says stop Yet there you are Starts the flicker of a picture Between the static of cars And it's a relief That these walls are so high Like arms that hold us together Waiting for a green light Go, go, go Stop Go, go, go Stop We embrace at the heart of our city On wet, broken sidewalks we're free |