New York Times Songtext
von James McCartney

Here we are in New York City
These are our New York times
The streets are cold but the streets are pretty
The sky is blue and climbs
And here we are in New York City
In the acid snow
Steam is blowing through the road holes
Yellow taxis flow

And here we are in New York City
Taking the subway home
Dirty traders show no pity
The homeless sleep alone
Another night in New York City
Feeling the magic flow
Tugboats pulling Hudson liners
Liberty sees and knows


Broadway lights and billboards
Tower overhead
Hudson down to Jane Street
Ripping it to shreds
Fairy light and shadows
Interslanted eyes
We got lost on our way to Dave′s
In New York how time flies

Here we are in New York City
These are our New York times
The streets are cold but the streets are pretty
The sky is blue and climbs
And here we are in New York City
In the acid snow
Steam is blowing through the road holes
Yellow taxis flow

Everything's alright
Everything′s okay
Everything's all night
Everything's all day

New York City
New York