as i walk 42nd street empty people s empty glances i meet do they expect to find along with some piece of mind that there s someone out there in this big city someone out there someone for me or is everyone alone in new york as the subway cars i ride holding on through the shifting tide the people all look away but in their silence they pray that there s someone out there in this big city someone out there someone for me or is everyone alone in new york at night the man by her side pretends to sleep but his eyes are wide and as the morning comes one nights work so quickly undone there are so many to hold in this big city but when will i find someone for me or is everyone alone in new york as i walk 42nd street empty people s empty glances i meet do they expect to find along with some piece of mind that there s someone out there in this big city someone out there someone for me or is everyone alone in new york as the subway cars i ride holding on through the shifting tide the people all look away but in their silence they pray that there s someone out there in this big city someone out there someone for me or is everyone alone in new york at night the man by her side pretends to sleep but his eyes are wide and as the morning comes one nights work so quickly undone there are so many to hold in this big city but when will i find someone for me or is everyone alone in new york 
['banjo', 'bluegrass', 'mandolin', 'north carolina roots', 'progressive bluegrass']