American City Suite(Single Version)-cashman/WEST

People going, coming Traffic always humming A sweet city song Everyone your neighbor Living at a flavor With a sweet city song There was a certain way That the city sound Made you glad you belonged I remember now That the rhythm somehow Made me want to sing along Do do do do, sweet city song Do do do do, sweet city song Oh, come on along Boxes on a brick wall Boys are playing stickball The chicks are walking by Something bout their sweaters Made you play a little better Or at least you'd try Meanwhile on the corner A group is singing In three-part harmony There was a time When you couldn't find A better place to be Do do do do, sweet city song Do do do do, sweet city song Do do do do, sweet city song Come on Johnny, ride the pony The Dodger's own sym-phoney An egg cream at the Corner candy store Radio and dancing slow Who could ask for more Do do do do, sweet city song Do do do do, sweet city song Do do do do, sweet city song Come on along Hello, Jack, it's good to be back I been away at school Yeah, Ed, I heard what you said You know that I'm no fool I know that it's changing I see that it's changed I know that it's changing I see that it's changed But goodbye is too hard For me to say When I still believe The good things Outweigh the bad I think of all the Good times we had Think of all the Good times we had A junkie steals, a mayor deals Who knows what's coming next Traffic jams and greedy hands Did you read it in the text Of the daily news The subway blues How does your garden grow And the strikes and the likes All lined up in a row Something is wrong here It doesn't belong here People are locking themselves Behind their own four walls It falls from the skies here But no one's surprised here And maybe that's the Saddest part of all Jesus freaks Mohammed speaks The Lord is on their team Tenements and midtown rents Rich and poor live in between Say a prayer and breathe the air In the cold or heat When evening falls, the city calls But the lights only shine On empty streets Something is wrong here Doesn't belong here People are locking themselves Behind their own four walls Falls from the skies here No one's surprised here Maybe that's the Saddest part of all Something is wrong here Doesn't belong here People are locking themselves Behind their own four walls Falls from the skies here No one's surprised here Maybe that's the Saddest part of all I think of her I think of life's own music At least that's the way It used to be I think of her and I See the children laughing But it's only on the streets Of my memory And I never felt so lonely And so helpless Wishing that I didn't Know the truth But they tell me That a friend is dying And there's nothing In this world I can do When she was good It was, oh, so good You were blessed If she smiled on you You could be king If she believed your story When it was over If she laughed at you Now I've never felt so lonely And so helpless I'm wishing that I Didn't know the truth They tell me That a friend is dying And there is nothing In this world that I can do The hands that used to Reach out to everybody Now they're lying by her side And her eyes are closed No one really knows If she can make it through Another night Still most of what I love Is locked inside her Everything I thought I'd ever need My heart keeps crying You've got to hold on A little bit longer But my head is sure That it's time to leave And I've never felt so lonely And so helpless I'm wishing that I Didn't know the truth And they tell me that My friend is dying And there's nothing In this world that I can do I've never felt so lonely And so helpless I'm wishing that I Didn't know the truth They tell me that A friend, a friend is dying Oh, New York City Can you say it ain't true Can you tell me now Before I'm leaving you I'd give anything I own Just to believe in you again