New York City (Manhattan Tourist Retweak) Songtext
von The Peter Malick Group

Waking up in New York City
Dreaming 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
I'll come to you


Over clandestine sidewalks
I'll come to you
Crashing through dead leaves
Crashing, I′ll come to you
And the cracks in the sidewalks
I′ll come to you, crashing
Well, and the crosswalk says stop
Yet there you are
Trust 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 in the heart of our city
On wet broken sidewalks we′re free