New York Times (Cry Away The Night 1987)

Текст песни Bagatelle - New York Times (Cry Away The Night 1987)

New York Times Lyrics[Verse 1]
Summer evenings on the heights in Brooklyn
Talking together as the river rolls by
In this city, the bells are ringing
Another day, another golden sky
Laugh together, Manhattan skyline
Danced till the morning, a downtown train
The park that evening, the cleaver byline
Will it ever be the same again?

[Chorus]
Because I'm not thinking of the lights of L.A
And I'm not missing those great key lines
But in the evening in this far off land
I'm just thinking of the New York Times
[Verse 2]
On the river out to Staten Island
On the subway, we laughed so hard
This land is your land, this land is my land
Where we were sure we'd never have to part

[Chorus]
And I'm not thinking of the lights of L.A
And I'm not missing those great key lines
And in the evening when I'm so far away
I'm just thinking of the New York Times

[Solo]

[Verse 3]
And as I sit here in this desert sunshine
And keep that flag pole pumping everyday
I think of you and me out on the island
So much that we still have to do and to say

[Chorus]
And I'm not thinking of the lights of L.A
And I'm not missing those great key lines
But in the evening when I'm so far away
I'm just thinking of the New York Times
[Outro]
Oh, I'm not thinking of the lights of L.A
And I'm not missing those great key lines
And in the evening when I'm so far away
I'm thinking of the New York
Thinking of the New York
Thinking of the New York Times!
Oh yeah...
(Ohh... Doo doo doo doo...)