This city will not sleep tonight.
I hear sirens as I walk down 5nineth.
I New York City, lost under a gray sky,
I thought I heard my name
through the sound of the pouring rain.
We are the troops from the west & we never rest.
We are the boys, we are the boys on the open road.
For east to west we;ve done our best.
We are the boys, we are the boys on the open road.
I hear my hometown calling.
I rememver all the emptiness I thought I left behind,
As I checked into a brick hotel on eleventh adn 5nineth.
I see my name on the neon lit marquee.
Maybe the emptiness was always meant to be.
We are the troppes from the west & we never rest.
We are the boys, we are the boys on the open road.
From east to west we have done our best.
We are the boys, we are the boys on the open road.
I hear my hometown calling.
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