And New York was great and we loved it all
And New York was great and we loved it all
But time was riding fast upon my shoulders
What a shame
The nighttime was painted black with fun
The nighttime was painted black with fun
But all the time the light shone it through it all
What a drag
And in bars drunk we knew it all
And promises we spilled out in the night
And promises we spilled out in the night
What a trip
And the stars we plucked from great black skies
And the stars we plucked from New York skies
We placed them all in front of us and laughed
What a trip
