U2 — New York Live From The Fleet Center Boston MA USA / 2001

In New York freedom looks like too many choices In New York I found a friend to drown out the other voices Voices on the cell phone Voices from home Voices of a hard sell Voices down a stairwell In New York, just got a place in New York In New York summers get hot, well into the hundreds You can’t walk around the block without a change of clothing Hot as a hairdryer In your face Hot as a handbag And a can of mace New York, just got a place, New York New York (New York) New York (New York) In New York you can forget Forget how to sit still You tell yourself you will stay in But it’s down to Alphaville New York, New York New York, New York New York, New York New York, ah-ooo… New York… The Irish been coming here for years Acting like they own the place They got the airport, city hall, concrete, asphalt They even got the police Irish, Italians, Jews and Hispanics Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew Living happily not like me and you That’s where I lost you New York New York, New York New York, New York New York New York, ah-ooo… New York… In New York I lost it all to you and your vices Still I’m staying on to figure out my mid wife crisis Hit an iceberg in my life But yeah I’m still afloat Ya lose your balance, lose your wife In the queue for the lifeboat You gotta put the women and children first But you’ve got an unquenchable thirst for New York New York, New York New York New York, New York New York,,, In the stillness of the evening When the sun has had its day I thought I heard you whispering Come away, child New York Ya dop bu bu-da-da Ya dop bu bu-da-da Ya dop bu bu-da-da (So miss the call) New York, ah-ooo… New York, ah-ooo… New York