New York - U2

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 the hard sell

Voices down the 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

In New York, I just got a place in New York

New York, New York

In New York you can forget, forget how to sit still

Tell yourself you will stay in

But it's down to Alphaville

New York, New York, New York

New York, New York, New York

The Irish have been coming here for years

Feel like they own the place

They got the airport, city hall, concrete, asphalt, they even got the police

Irish, Italian, Jews and Hispanics

Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew,

Living happily not like me and you

That's where I lost you... NewYork

New York, New York

New York, New York

In New York I lost it all to you and your vices

Still I'm staying on to figure out my mid life crisis

I hit an iceberg in my life

But you know I'm still afloat

You lose your balance, lose your wife

In the queue for the lifeboat

You got to put the women and children first

But you've got an unquenchable thirst for New York

New York, New York

New York, New York

In the stillness of the evening

When the sun has had its day

I heard your voice a-whispering

Come away child

New York, New York