Texty: Say Anything. My Bare Hands.

Tonight I'm going to New York city
The place I'll call my home.
And tonight I'm going where the climate's shitty
But I won't feel so alone.
And I will build it up right from the ground, yeah
With my own bare hands
Until the sun doth set on the silhouette of this broken promise land
Of this broken promise land.

Tonight I'm leaving for old Manhattan
The place where I was born.
And I will fight for hope like a peaceful baron
With Broadway lights forlorn.
And as the buildings weep I will not sleep until I dry their tears
And I will not rest 'til east and west side thunder with the cheers
For the land we hold so dear.

Let's go..
Have a good time..

Tonight I'm going to New York city
The place I'll call my home.
Yeah and tonight I'm going where the climate's shitty
But I won't feel so alone.
And as the buildings weep I will not sleep until I dry their tears.
And I will not rest 'til east and west side thunder with the cheers.
I'll build it up right from the ground, yeah
With my own bare hands.
'Til the sun doth set on the silhouette of this broken promise land.
Of this broken promise land.