Streets
There's two lost souls finding love in Times Square
There's a rumble of a train running down a track
Lights are turning on the great wide wave
Cold beer here, pinstripes aren't bad
Piano man's holding court at the garden
All the street corner preachers are back
Faith believes what it can't see
And who we are, and who we're gonna be
Angels ring a cathedral bell
And on the streets of New York
All is well
The eastern sun is rising over sunset
Tourists taking selfies at the Hollywood sign
Watching up the boards down in Venice
At Nicky's house, they're all gathering in line, give it time
'Cause faith believes what it can't see
And who we are, and who we're gonna be
City of Angels rising through the ashes of hell
And on the streets of LA
All is well
There's a pickup rolling through the Heartland
And the shotgun seat rides her daddy's old six-string
Tonight she'll be singing in a bar on Broadway
She'll play some Willy, and everybody sings
Faith believes what it can't see
And who we are, and who we're gonna be
Music cities got some tales to tell
And on the streets of Nashville
All is well
Faith believes what it can't see
And who we are, and who we're gonna be
Our Lady in the harbor shining like a citadel
And on the streets of America
All is well
And on the streets of America
All is well
There's a rumble of a train running down a track
Lights are turning on the great wide wave
Cold beer here, pinstripes aren't bad
Piano man's holding court at the garden
All the street corner preachers are back
Faith believes what it can't see
And who we are, and who we're gonna be
Angels ring a cathedral bell
And on the streets of New York
All is well
The eastern sun is rising over sunset
Tourists taking selfies at the Hollywood sign
Watching up the boards down in Venice
At Nicky's house, they're all gathering in line, give it time
'Cause faith believes what it can't see
And who we are, and who we're gonna be
City of Angels rising through the ashes of hell
And on the streets of LA
All is well
There's a pickup rolling through the Heartland
And the shotgun seat rides her daddy's old six-string
Tonight she'll be singing in a bar on Broadway
She'll play some Willy, and everybody sings
Faith believes what it can't see
And who we are, and who we're gonna be
Music cities got some tales to tell
And on the streets of Nashville
All is well
Faith believes what it can't see
And who we are, and who we're gonna be
Our Lady in the harbor shining like a citadel
And on the streets of America
All is well
And on the streets of America
All is well
Credits
Writer(s): Tom Douglas, Kenny A. Chesney
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