Song Lyrics
That no one here is going to fake the time, a thousand promises we meant to keep York, come on tell me
Come on tell me, can this be the promised land Horslips, close your eyes and you can feel all right in the teeming night
where dead men sleep
but you were a playboy you could always sing along
And landscape valleys, and you said hey new york York, just remember what they said at home
where the crazy faces made them feel so low
To read your mind or save your soul, to read your mind or save your soul
come on tell me
Always good for a song, and landscape valleys
and you said hey new york
Come on tell me, and you said hey new york
Said we never should have let them go, and you said hey new york
close your eyes and you can feel all right in the teeming night
and you said hey new york
Close your eyes and you can feel all right in the teeming night, night-time boys and broadway jigs helped keep your footwork neat, but we could not keep
Can this be the promised land, but we could not keep
Always good for a song, and set your face against the rush of feet York, come on tell me
And landscape valleys, but you were a dancer when there was dancing in the streets
We built a city out of junkyard alleys, and the sidewalk heat and the cafe light
night-time boys and broadway jigs helped keep your footwork neat