New York 6am Paroles

Evening revelries
Are safely sleeping
Melted all away
As whisper fading

New York 6am

Do you see the sunrise
On the eastern skyline?
Do you feel the sunrise?
Do you feel the morning light?

And if you know the way out why do you always want to stay?

And if you love the country why does it rub you the wrong way?

The weepy evening light
Lays its head down
Cabs go drifting by in yellow waves New York 6am