Well we know where we’re goin’, but we don’t know where we’ve been.
But I’ve been waiting for so long to find the answer!
Well, he went to Paris looking for answers to questions that bothered him so.
He’s so lucky. I LOVE Paris in the springtime. I love Paris in the fall. I even love Paris in the winter, when it drizzles, and I love Paris in the summer, when it sizzles.
Well, I love New York in June, how 'bout you? I love a Gershwin tune, how 'bout you?
I know what I’m needin’, and I don’t wanna waste more time. I’m in a New York state of mind.
Wasting time, I shall miss this thing when it all rolls by. What a day; I wanna stay, stay, stay, stay for awhile.
So, then, why don’t you stay? Just a little bit longer. Oh, won’t you stay just a little bit longer. Oh, please, please stay just a little bit more. Now if the promoter don’t mind and the roadies don’t mind, we can take a little time and we’ll leave it all behind and sing one more song.
Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother, you’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive. Feel the city breakin’ and everybody shakin’, and we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive.
kind of like this thread…
AWWW hillbillyqueen…you broke the chain…
Ya know…Chains…keep us together…running in the shadows
But the life that I lead is so full of mysteries, that’s why I’m always on my way.And I’ll be running like the wind.
But are you running against the wind?
One of these mornings, the chain’s gonna break, but up until then I’m gonna take all I can take. So add me to your chain of fools.
Me too. Because I’m a fool for the city. Of course everybody plays the fool, sometime.
When the lights go down in the city, and the sun shines on the bay… oh I want to be there in my city…
Uptown girl
She’s been living in her uptown world
I bet she’s never had a backstreet guy
I bet her momma never told her why
Maybe she’s a devil with a blue dress on.
Would that be Allentown?
And we’re living here in Allentown
But the restlessness was handed down
And it’s getting very hard to stay
Or are you in a New York state of mind?
Yes indeed. To be precise. She wore blue velvet. Bluer than velvet was the night. Softer than satin was the light from the stars. She wore blue velvet. Bluer than velvet were her eyes; warmer than May her tender sighs. Love was ours.