NY Nights

When my high top sneakers hit the ground

On the run from Heaven's hand me downs

I want to see your face

When I fall from grace



Hold me close in the New York night

A holy ghost or a Satellite

Promise me it will be OK

Your mother dreamed of a better day



Storefront gypsies layin Tarot cards

on my TV they're still playong God

I'm sick of politicks

I need another kiss



Hold me close in the New York night

A holy ghost or a Satellite

Promise me it will be OK

Your mother dreamed of a better day



If you ever changed your mind

I'd feel a lot better

Looking for the perfect crime

Giving up, never baby no



From the desert to this love stained town

I still find comfort in the underground

It's written in my soul

It's unconditional baby



Hold me close in the New York night

A holy ghost or a Satellite

Promise me it will be OK

Your mother dreamed of a better day

Hold me close in the New York night

A holy ghost or a Satellite

Promise me it will be OK

When we touch down at JFK