STREETS OF NEW YORK
NEED A HEART OF GOLD
FLESH AND BLOOD TO HOLD
SOMEONE TO RELY ON
AS THE NIGHTS GROW COLD
A VISION OF BEAUTY
IN THIS LONELY CITY
ALL THE FOLKS
ON THE STREETS OF NEW YORK
DRIFTERS AND BEGGARS
DEALERS AND WHORES
ALL EXIST TOGETHER
IN THEIR LIFETIME WARS
RICH AND THE HOMELESS
ALL LIVE IN HARMONY
ALL LIVE TOGTHER
IN NEW YORK CITY
A SEAT IN THE PARK
LEAVING BEFORE DARK
COLLAR UP TO THE WIND
AS STRAY DOGS BARK
WISHING I HAD SOMEONE
DREAMING THE SUN SHONE
STRANGERS NEVER TALK
ON THE STREETS OF NEW YORK
(CHORUS)
ON THE STREETS OF NEW YORK
