john waite
new york city girl
There's diamonds in the avenue As the dayshift turns to night In the Empire diner dreaming Hard rain, fluorescent lights As the waitress fills my coffee cup And the working girls go by Drenched Irish Cops are dreaming sex And peep show alibis  Everything underneath the skyline From the east side to the west I see the miracles in real time And there's one I've loved the best See there's an angel on the D train As she's flying to my world And I'm waiting for a New York City girl  Times Square looks like Avalon In a Disney morphine dream Dylan Thomas rides a white horse drunk At the counter next to me I wake up in the bed sometimes And watch her as she sleeps In the silence and the sirens I pray her soul to keep  The Catherine wheel burns bright tonight Down on the avenue But nowhere near as bright, my love As the fire that burns for you  Everything underneath the skyline From the east side to the west Of the lives I've lived and those I've known There is one I've loved the best  See there's an angel on the see train As she's flying to my world And I'm waiting for a N.Y.C. girl And I'm waiting for a N.Y.C. girl