This city will not sleep tonight
I hear sirens as I walk down 59th
I New York City, lost under a gray sky,
I thought I heard my name
through the sound of the pouring rain

We're the troops from the west and we never rest
We're the boys, we're the boys on the open road
For east to west we;ve done our best
We're the boys, we're the boys on the open road
I hear my hometown calling

I rememver all the emptiness I thought I left behind,
As I checked into a brick hotel on 11th adn 59th
I see my name on the neon lit marquee
Maybe the emptiness was always meant to be

We're the troppes from the west and we never rest
We're the boys, we're the boys on the open road
From east to west we've done our best
We're the boys, we're the boys on the open road
I hear my hometown calling