But I’m strong,
Strong enough to carry him,
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother…
Brother let me be your shelter
Never leave you all alone
I can be the one you call
When you’re low
Brother let me be your fortress
When the night winds are driving on
Be the one to light the way
Bring you home
I will be your father figure
(Oh baby)
Put your tiny hand in mine
(I’d love to)
I thank you for the music and your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough
And papa, I don’t think I said I love you near enough
You didn’t have to love me like you did
But you did, but you did.
And I thank you.
You didn’t have to love me like you did
But you did, but you did.
And I thank you.
You don’t have to say you love me just be close at hand
You don’t have to stay forever I will understand
Believe me, believe me I can’t help but love you
But believe me I’ll never tie you down
You’re walking tough baby, but you’re walking blind,
To the ties that bind…
Just walk away, Renee;
You won’t see me follow you back home.
The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same;
You’re not to blame.
I’ve been walking these streets so long,
Singin’ the same old song,
I know every crack in these dirty sidewalks of Broadway…
They say the neon lights are bright,
On Broadway.
They say there’s always magic in the air.
But when you’re walkin’ down that street,
And you ain’t got enough to eat,
The glitter rubs right off and you’re nowhere.
Give my regards to Broadway,
Remember me at Herald Square,
Tell all the folks on Forty-Second Street,
I will soon be there…
Come and meet
Those dancing feet
On the avenue I’m taking you to
Forty-Second Street
Hear the beat
Of dancing feet
It’s the song I love the melody of
Forty-Second Street
The room is hot and that’s good
Some of my friends came by from the neighborhood
The people startin’ a climb the walls
Ooh it looks like everybody is having a ball
Oh, what a feeling
When we’re dancing on the ceiling
Oh, what a feeling
When we’re dancing on the ceiling
Oh my dear Heaven is a big band now
Gotta get to sleep somehow
Bangin’ on the ceiling
Bangin’ on the ceiling
Keep it down
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
Come on baby,
Light my fire…
Gonna set the night on fire…
Fire, I’ll take you to burn
Fire, I’ll take you to learn
I’ll see you burn
You fought hard and you saved and earned
But all of it’s going to burn
And your mind, your tiny mind
You know you’ve really been so blind
Now’s your time, burn your mind
You’re falling far, too far behind
Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn’t turn
It smells of cheap wine, cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I’d like to watch it burn
Well, you’ve got your diamonds and you’ve got your pretty clothes
And the chauffeur drives your car
You let everybody know
But don’t play with me, 'cause you’re playing with fire
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They’re all drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made
Exchangin’ all precious gifts
But you’d better take your diamond ring
Ya’ better pawn it, babe