Streetlamp Musician-Natalie Gelman
Flowers and cigarettes on Hudson and Bleecker
Jet black and jet set to anywhere a little further than here
Feels like the harder I put my foot to the pavement
The less of me you all seem to hear
Old New York wont you listen
To a street lamp musician
Singing her heart out for you tonight
Singing my sorrows with a hope for tomorrow
When everything is gonna be alright
Sneakers and high heels, I watch them walk by me
On streets that have been mine but I don’t know them anymore
Shops round here changing faster than seasons
People try but it’s just easier to ignore
Old New York wont you listen
To a street lamp musician
Singing her heart out for you tonight
Singing my sorrows with a hope for tomorrow
When everything is gonna be alright
And I don’t want to die with a melody inside
of my head that the world needs to hear
So I’ll keep writing my songs
Even if they’re driven by my fears
Old New York wont you listen
To a street lamp musician
Singing her heart out for you tonight
Singing my sorrows with a hope for tomorrow
When everything is gonna be alright
Old New York wont you listen
To a street lamp musician
Singing her heart out for you tonight
Singing my sorrows with a hope for tomorrow
When everything is gonna be alright