And New York was great and we loved it all

And New York was great and we loved it all

But time was riding fast upon my shoulders

What a shame

The nighttime was painted black with fun

The nighttime was painted black with fun

But all the time the light shone it through it all

What a drag

And in bars drunk we knew it all

And promises we spilled out in the night

And promises we spilled out in the night

What a trip

And the stars we plucked from great black skies

And the stars we plucked from New York skies

We placed them all in front of us and laughed

What a trip