New York City

One-eyed man with a scar on his face and a peg leg Drives his cab fifty miles per hour down Broadway Looks at me with his crooked smile while Gershwin plays Hits his brakes and points out the freaks on St. Marks Place Let it go It's the rhythm of the rain that falls It's a cab ride at 5 A.M Manhattan goddess with her Levis and curls New York City, I'm coming home again Sit and smile thinking about summer Sundays and the roller skates Afrowigs and rainbow socks float past like a ballet Peanut roasters popping up on every corner, can't you taste that taste Makes me long for an early morning ride on a subway It's the rhythm of the rain that falls It's a cab ride at 5A.M Manhattan goddess with her Levis and curls New York City, I'm coming home again You can steal a line or a phrase, the record company will cheer Sign you up, make you an artist, make you a millionaire Shake your hand, pat your back, give you a big white smile Then they say that they're your biggest fan, say they love your style It's the rhythm of the rain that falls It's a cab ride at 5A.M Manhattan goddess with her Levis and curls New York City, I'm coming home again It's the rhythm of the rain that falls It's a cab ride at 5 A.M Manhattan goddess with her Levis and curls New York City, I'm coming home again It's the rhythm of the rain that falls It's a cab ride at 5 A.M Manhattan goddess with her Levis and curls New York City, I'm coming home again New York City I'm coming home again New York City I'm coming home again