New York lady slips underneath the dim trumpet light
Come from a land she's never known
She sees in her future candles burning bright,
But she's got no place to go
And if you should ever speak with her,
Keep your promises to a whisper
She is listening
She hears everything
Into the air, and disappears,
Into the evening, forgotten in her lonely soul

She wonders why everything ain't right
For all the people down here below
Hey, sister where's your life?
Brother, where's your home?
And if you should ever speak with her,
She is listening
She hears everything
Into the air, and disappears,
Into the evening, forgotten in her lonely soul

There's a whisper inside every broken heart
A frail, frail dream
Which runs through the traffic and plays a part
Sweet love through eternity
And if you should ever speak with her,
Keep your promises to a whisper
She is listening
She hears everything
Into the air, and disappears,
Into the evening, forgotten in her lonely soul