42nd St. Hymn by Michael Beatty Lyrics

Verse:
Here comes the morning
There goes the night
Move over darkness
Above us only light
The streets are empty
No less forgiving
For all the lost souls
Here to make a living

Chorus:
And on my way
This is what I see
The ladies of the night
Smiling back at me
Hard and sweet
The siren subway call
Of 42nd Street

Verse:
Magic sparks the morning
On a marquee chasing gold
Stars spangle up my eyes
On my way home
You can still hear voices singing
In those pigeon painted halls
Belting out a Broadway tune
Bеfore the wrecking ball
Chorus:
And on my way
You glow in darknеss shine
For those who never made it
Lost in time
Hard and sweet
The siren subway call
Of 42nd St