New York (Live From The Fleet Center, Boston, MA, USA / 2001)

In New York freedom looks like too many choices
In New York I found a friend to drown out the other voices
Voices on the cell phone
Voices from home
Voices of a hard sell
Voices down a stairwell
In New York, just got a place in New York

In New York summers get hot, well into the hundreds
You can’t walk around the block without a change of clothing
Hot as a hairdryer
In your face
Hot as a handbag
And a can of mace
New York, just got a place, New York

New York (New York)
New York (New York)

In New York you can forget
Forget how to sit still
You tell yourself you will stay in
But it’s down to Alphaville

New York, New York
New York, New York
New York, New York

New York, ah-ooo…
New York…

The Irish been coming here for years
Acting like they own the place
They got the airport, city hall, concrete, asphalt
They even got the police
Irish, Italians, Jews and Hispanics
Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew
Living happily not like me and you
That’s where I lost you New York

New York, New York
New York, New York
New York

New York, ah-ooo…
New York…

In New York I lost it all to you and your vices
Still I’m staying on to figure out my mid wife crisis
Hit an iceberg in my life
But yeah I’m still afloat
Ya lose your balance, lose your wife
In the queue for the lifeboat
You gotta put the women and children first
But you’ve got an unquenchable thirst for New York

New York, New York
New York
New York, New York

New York,,,

In the stillness of the evening
When the sun has had its day
I thought I heard you whispering
Come away, child

New York

Ya dop bu bu-da-da
Ya dop bu bu-da-da
Ya dop bu bu-da-da
(So miss the call)

New York, ah-ooo…
New York, ah-ooo…
New York