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

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Writer(s): Sune Rose Wagner