New York City's grown old now, its arms won't unfold nowStrangers' faces all cold now, and I'm cold tooHang on again till the sun shines, hang on again till the sun shinesHang on again till the sun shines throughAnd what to do, I will ask you, and what to doAnd what to do, I will ask you, and what to doLive on dreams, that might doEven if dreams don't come trueNew York City's just stoned out of greenLeaves are gone now, wind rips through to your bonesAnd I'm cold tooHang on again till the sun shines, hang on again till the sun shinesHang on again till the sun shines throughLive on dreams, that might doEven if dreams don't come trueNew York City's grown old now, its arms won't unfold nowStrangers' faces all cold now, and I'm cold tooStrangers' faces all cold now, and I'm cold tooHang on again till the sun shines, hang on again till the sun shinesHang on again till the sun shines throughSubtitles by the Amara.org communitySubtitles by the Amara.org communitywww.amara.org community