Burke & Krowe - July 12, NY Lyrics

Ain't it a day
For a walk in New York
The skyline is hazy
And we're all in shorts

The sidewalks are crowded
Cuz our cubbies are hot
So we take to the streets
To our friends, to the shops

And the vendor in the t-shirt
The street-corner preacher
Are passed by the passersby

And I smile at these faces as I go on my way
Through the streets of New York on a hot summer's day

Ain't it a day
For a stroll through New York
The shadows are scarce
And the heat's getting worse

The Hudson is moving
At quicksilver speed
How I'd like to go swimming
Would you go in with me

The hustlers are peddlin'
And the peddlers are beggin'
All passed by the passersby

I'm a trav'ler
I'm a rev'ler with a dream
An unpublished poet
Dying to be seen

I'm a roamer
Like Homer, hear my words
An inscrutable bard
Longing to be heard

And I smile at these fancies as I go on my way
Through the streets of New York on a hot summer's day