New York Dreams

Big city, that familiar smell
Sweltering heat, and blistering cold
Walk the streets, as if you're from there
One block east, or west, you'll know that you're there

One day we're all gonna get back, get back to our home from home
If we can, and we will, feel young again

Oh the bright lights won't stop blinding me
All our heroes walked these busy streets
After ten years it still feels like home from home

Oh the dirty air makes me feel free
It's too hot or cold, concrete or trees
After ten years it still feels like home from home
In our New York dreams

One day we're all gonna look back, look back at those endless nights
That we spent, under those lights, when we were young again

Oh the bright lights won't stop blinding me
All our heroes walked these busy streets
After ten years it still feels like home from home

Oh the dirty air makes me feel free
It's too hot or cold, concrete or trees
After ten years it still feels like home from home
In our New York dreams
In our New York dreams
In our New York dreams



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Mcloughlin
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