Big city, that familiar smell Sweltering heat, and blistering cold Walk the streets, as if you're from there One block east, or west, you'll know that you're there One day we're all gonna get back, get back to our home from home If we can, and we will, feel young again Oh the bright lights won't stop blinding me All our heroes walked these busy streets After ten years it still feels like home from home Oh the dirty air makes me feel free It's too hot or cold, concrete or trees After ten years it still feels like home from home In our New York dreams One day we're all gonna look back, look back at those endless nights That we spent, under those lights, when we were young again Oh the bright lights won't stop blinding me All our heroes walked these busy streets After ten years it still feels like home from home Oh the dirty air makes me feel free It's too hot or cold, concrete or trees After ten years it still feels like home from home In our New York dreams In our New York dreams In our New York dreams