You don’t speak
In a star-spangled manner
You can’t help but be real
Light your lights
And the world wants to answer
Science, soul and steel

Spinning sparklers in Union Square
Music from some roof

Do like you do
The beautiful sound
The mythical underground dancer
Be wild and blue
You’re not a town
You’re an island off the coast of America

Bricks in hand
They run for the local
Let that big boy roll
Ring the bell
And ask for Mr. Fogel
Pedro’s in control

Walking wounded on Bleecker Street
The rhythm pulls them in

It’s been a
Heck of a run
Second to none
There’s nothing left to prove
You’ve been a
Hell of a friend
Tell me again
How Gotham got its groove

Spinning spectres on Wollman Rink
Ghosts of midnights past

Yes it’s you
The Peppermint Lounge
The mystical Friday night dancer
What they say is true
You’re not a town
You’re an island
You’re an island off the coast
You’re an island off the coast of America