Follow the tail-lights into the city
Blinded by the love-light in your new love’s eyes
New York has never looked so pretty
Filigree of diamonds 'gainst a velvet sky ...

Tyres screaming down the FDR
Feel the pull of the traffic in the hot night air
There’s music playing, it's a saxophone
The hips that are swaying, you can follow them home

Heat rising from the paving stones
A song in your head that won't leave you alone;
The beat on the street, a sudden spark
Hungry hearts chasing hungry hearts ...

Follow the tail-lights into the city
Blinded by the love-light in your new love’s eyes
New York has never looked so pretty
Filigree of diamonds 'gainst a velvet sky ...

Kaleidoscope colours swirling in the haze
Ruby-red kisses in the urban maze
The pulse of jazz on the Summer street
A halo of light where the lovers meet ...

Follow the tail-lights into the city
Blinded by the love-light in your new love’s eyes
New York has never looked so pretty
Filigree of diamonds 'gainst a velvet sky ...

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I blow my dreams like bubbles over cobblestones,
And watch them float and gently drift into the jaws of the unkown;
And when they burst, and fall to dust, I calmly do as dreamers must:
I reach into the distance and blow another dream.

I reach into the distance and blow another dream;
And when it bursts, and falls to dust I calmly do as dreamers must:
I watch it float and gently drift into the jaws of the unkown;
I blow my dreams like bubbles over cobblestones.

A dream is like a bubble: you can look, but you can't touch;
And yet, in times of trouble, I love so very much ...

To blow my dreams like bubbles over cobblestones,
And watch them float and gently drift into the jaws of the unknown;
And when they burst, and fall to dust, I calmly do as dreamers must:
I reach into the distance and blow another dream.

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Who whips the cream for your morning coffee?
Who shares your dreams? Who is combing your hair?
What makes you smile? Who is keeping you laughing?
Who shares your dreams, now that I’m not there?

Oh, there were times, before all the shouting,
You’d swell my heart, till I thought it would burst.
Yeah, there were times, on the side of the mountain
When you were the stream, and I was thirst.

The moment we met, one look and I knew
We’d be sharing each other before the night was through;
You were looking for love, I was offering shelter,
And that was enough: we paid passion her due.

And now I’m alone, with this guttering candle
Which is etching in smoke the ghost of your smile:
I’m left wondering how, at the turn of a handle,
The warmth of your kisses turned colder than guile.

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Half way up the valley, there's a house that I call home
It has weathered many seasons - the men who built it are long gone;
But sometimes I seem to see them, when the morning light is strong
Fashioning a place to live, out of tree-trunks and rough stone.

Sometimes I seem to see them, when the morning light is strong,
Builders from a bygone age, singing an ancient song;
The same sun stained their forearms brown, the same wind chilled their bones:
The same earth gave them the wherewithall : the tree-trunks and rough stone.

You can keep your golden palaces with their fine-wrought marble walls
You can keep your high-rise luxury, it doesn't tempt me at all;
You can keep on building houses, but a house don't make a home:
Give me the simple honesty of tree-trunks and rough stone.

Down there in the valley, there's a place that I'll call home:
It 'll be my final resting place, when my last day's work is done;
You can keep your ornate monuments, your ashes and your urn:
Leave me the quiet dignity of tree-trunk and rough stone.

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The last time I saw Wendy, she had tears in her eyes
She was heading for a breakdown, I was heading for the skies;
Can’t blame her for trying, she just picked the wrong disguise
To take her to Atlantic Avenue.

The sun is low, it’s dying, scattering blood across the sky,
The wind is up, it’s trying to wrestle teardrops from my eye;
To say I’m not conflicted would be to tell a lie
But I’m going to Atlantic Avenue.

Nobody said it would be easy
Sometimes this world will make you blue;
But when this world just drives me crazy
I turn to you, Atlantic Avenue.

From the halo of a streetlight, her pale face haunts me still
She is smiling shyly up at me, and I guess she always will;
There are partings left unfinished in the heart of every man,
I take mine to Atlantic Avenue.

Nobody said it would be easy
Sometimes this world will make you blue;
But when this world just drives me crazy
I turn to you, Atlantic Avenue.

The last time I saw Wendy, she had tears in her eyes
She was heading for a breakdown, I was heading for the skies;
Can’t blame her for trying, she just picked the wrong disguise
To take her to Atlantic Avenue.

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