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
what a shame
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
what a drag
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
what a trip
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
what a trip
what a trip |