J. C. Dunyach / N.Wilhelm

22nd street, the New York city beat

Sounds like a bell in my brain.

Can’t stand on my feet, I’m too tired to eat,

Should try to come home again,

But New York City dreams won’t leave me alone,

You know what I mean, I must carry on.

I’ve been up all night racing for a slice

Of the American pie.

Can’t get nothing right, walls are just too high

And I’m so far from the sky.

Stranded in Time square, no one seems to care

About my immigrant blues

I know from the start in my very heart

That we are all born to lose.