Song Description
A song inspired by the 9/11 tragedy. Video also available - see entry under the Videos tab on Broadjam.
Song Length |
5:38 |
Genre |
Country - Rock |
Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Subject |
Lost Love |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Verse 1:
I never thought I?d like the scene, that?s why I?d never ever been to New York City
And as I step down from the plane, I feel a cold wind blowing like I never knew
At immigration I am stopped, they ask what business have you got, in New York City
?I?ve got to find the girl I love,? I say, ?And I ain?t gonna leave until I do?
Chorus:1
I show the shoeshine boy your photograph and I ask him if he?s seen you
He shakes his curly head and asks me, ?Mister don?t you read the news?
A penny drops, and my heart stops in New York City
I walk away a quarter lighter, with the sword of Damocles upon my shoe
Verse 2:
?Nobody even saw her go; her things are in the room below,? the bell boy tells me
And as I go downstairs and look amongst the things she never took I hold my face
There are some letters that she wrote,
a summers dress, a winters? coat, and words just fail me
For she never would have left these things behind and disappeared without a trace
Chorus: 2
I guess I knew the truth a long, long time before I even got here
But I just didn?t wanna poke my head inside that nimbus cloud
I?m out of Harlem now and somewhere near Manhattan
I can hear the gospel singers on the corner as I join passing crowd
Verse 3:
I light a candle at the church, and throw a rosebud to the earth, in New York City
And if I ever for one moment had a thought of feeling sorry for myself
It?s been and gone, coz I can see, that there are many more like me, in New York City
The Apple?s bruised, the skin is broken, but I know we?ll see it back up on the shelf
Chorus 3:
I?m on a bandstand now and trying hard to make myself a living
I play my old guitar and sing about those wandering hill back home
But I can?t leave the friends I?ve found in New York City
Or the angel in the sky who waves her torch above the New York City drone
Or that young girl in the subway who has lost the only love she?s ever known
I know I?ve got to stay now because New York City has become my own