Early night in New York town
limousines and evening gowns
and neon lights attempt
to portray pleasure
Bonnie boats are drifting down
the sidewalk reefs and shallows
but all I see are tattered sails
and broken ships aground
New York town
Early dawn in New York town
one less dream and wrinkled gowns
hoping, oh, so much
they had a good time
Hoping as they sadly drown
into their cars and subways
looking for their lives in little
poses all around
New York town
Again it makes me wonder
surely you're not real
for now at last I clearly see
what they may sometimes feel
so, puppet maker, spirit thief
there's some one you won't steal
I'm leaving your walls behind
And then I'll wing my weary eyes
high above the night
and pray my soul will then regain
some clarity of sight
from high above your lights and streets
look innocent enough
But only for as long
only for as long as you don't
let them bring you down
In New York town
you have to seek
and find and reach
a higher ground
