New York In The 70's

Lord, is it Monday again?

Boy, are you leaving again?

And are we fighting or can we be friends?

You say: "It's so hard to love you from afar

And I would hold you but I don't know where you are

You can call me later today

If you decide to join the human race

Okay?"

Oh boy, we are so good, so bad

In so many ways

And when I think about the way that life should be

I think of Sesame Street

Kids of every color holding hands and laughing down the street

New York in the 70's

And if there's one thing that I could learn from TV

I wish that I could learn to be carefree

We could all use just a little more laughing

And you say: "It's so hard to believe

In you and me

When you don't believe in anything"

But that's not true

I believe in dancing feet

And baseball in the street

And swimming in fountains

To escape the summer heat

New York in the 70's

Oh boy, we are so good, so bad

In so many ways

And you said:

"So hard to love you from afar"

And I would grab you and kiss you

But I can't see where you are

And you never tip your cards to me

No, not as far as I can see