(Jeanfrançois Prins/Judy
Niemack)
A hot
night, driving through the city,
A
stoplight, the view from here is pretty,
It’s
all right; I’ll take a look around,
‘Cause
I feel a strange intoxication. Is it real, my anticipation?
Town of
steel and sophistication,
Won’t
you tell me your New York Stories?
Spoken:
Sun’s
coming up, shining on the river like satin,
It’s
that time between darkness and dawn,
Night
folks are going home, the rest of the world is just startin’ their day,
The
city’s so beautiful; I think I’ll stay another night.