On the avenue, there ain’t never a curfew, ladies work so hard
Such a melting pot, on the corner selling rock, preachers pray to God
Hail a gypsee cab, takes me down to Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge
Someone sleeps tonight with a hunger for more than an empty fridge
I’m gonna make it by any means,
I’ve got a pocketful of dreams
Baby I’m from New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do.
Now you’re in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you.
Hear it for New York, New York, New York… (Alicia Keys)
Photos by Thorsten, postproduction by me