Michael Beatty: Lyrics & Listen

Here comes the morning

There goes the night

Move over darkness

Above us only light

The streets are empty

No less forgiving

For all the lost souls

Here to make a living

 

And on my way

This is what I see

The ladies of the night

Smiling back at me

Hard and sweet

The siren subway call

Of 42nd Street

 

Magic sparks the morning

On a marquee chasing gold

Star spangle up my eyes

On my way home

You can still hear voices singing

In those pigeon painted halls

Belting out a Broadway tune

Before the wrecking ball

 

And on my way

You glow in darkness shine

For those who never made it

Lost in time

Hard and sweet

The siren subway call

Of 42nd St.