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