And I can't tell if you're laughing Between each smile there's a tear in your eye There's a train leaving town in an hour Its not waiting for you and neither am I One last thing I beg you please just before you go I've watched you fly on paper wings half

Still hot and smokin' gun I get a constant busy signal When I call you on the phone I get a strong uneasy feeling You're not sitting there alone I'm having nasty, nasty visions And baby you're in every one, yeah And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York Now you're in New York Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in

And in the night I could be helpless And in the day, everything's complex There's nothing simple when I'm not around you And I miss you, when you're gone That is what I do, bay-, bay-, babe And it's going to carry on That is what I knew, bay-, bay-, baby

So forgive me if we go slow but there's something I think you should know From the first hello you gave to me I've done nothing else but smile And I know you're in a hurry, but it's gonna take a while So forgive me if we go slow, but there's something I

But I just can't have you Everything that I want I want from you Everything that I need I need from you You're not alone Oh oh and now I'm where I belong We're not alone Oh oh I'll hold your heart and never let go

How they gonna harm us? Came wearing a flat-cap, looking like somebody's father I brought the bad man here, I brought the bad man here You're a bad man how? Bad man where? Apart from you, there's bad man here You're not bad, I'm bad, ask Carlos Is man

There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new The big lights will inspire you Ooh, New York I got a pocketful of dreams Baby, I'm from New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of Hear it for New

And all the people say You can't wake up, this is not a dream You're part of a machine, you are not a human being With your face all made up, living on a screen Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline I think there's a flaw in my code These voices

On the coldest night of the year And you're not even here I was up all night, socializing Trying to keep the latent depression from crystalizing Now the sun is lurking just behind the Scarborough horizon I took in Yonge Street at a glance Heard the