sometimes we all get stuck in redundant times our way out is right in front of our eyes but we won t see on these roads we ll find new places with no signs of pride on our faces happiness seems so far away new york new york i m calling out to you my mind re find a time so washed away it d take a miracle to get me on my feet we sit and wait for progress but we failed to learn the process we ll be stuck on this coast the rest of our lives step back and get the picture you won t know what hit you what you see is what you got unless you leave new york new york i m calling out to you my mind re find a time so washed away it d take a miracle to get me on my feet2