42nd St. Hymn

Here comes the morning
There goes the night
Move over darkness
Above us only light
The streets are empty
No less forgiving
For all the lost souls
Here to make a living

And on my way
This is what I see
The ladies of the night
Smiling back at me
Hard and sweet
The siren subway call
Of 42nd Street

Magic sparks the morning
On a marquee chasing gold
Star spangle up my eyes
On my way home
You can still hear voices singing
In those pigeon painted halls
Belting out a Broadway tune
Before the wrecking ball

And on my way
You glow in darkness shine
For those who never made it
Lost in time
Hard and sweet
The siren subway call
Of 42nd St



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Edward Beatty
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