New York in the Seventies

Long Beach early in the morning

I'm walking the boardwalk by the sea

I'm with my little boy, he's not sleeping too well

My little boy is a lot like me

I came home late from the city

I was in the Village and having fun

All the queens were cameing out on Christopher Street

And a new age had begun

I'm in a long line of lovers

Who came to New York looking for the Muse

I found her waiting tables on Bleecker Street

To pay for her dancing shoes

I played the Gaslight and Gerde's Folk City

The Bitter End and the occasional bar

I played the game of money and fame

'Cause everybody wants to be a star

I had my share of intoxication

I did a few drugs and drank too much Uncle Jack

But I stopped in time when I saw the signs

When I knew I had to get back

I'm in a long line of lovers

Who came to New York looking for the Muse

I found her waiting tables on Bleecker Street

To pay for her dancing shoes

And the Vienam War was still raging

They were singing protest songs in Washington Square

Too many guys just never came home

'Cause not enough people cared

And those who made it back were looking lost and confused

Was is a victory or a tactical retreat

Either way, it left a wound in America's heart

To see them sleeping out on the street

I'm in a long line of lovers

Who came to New York looking for the Muse

I found her waiting tables on Bleecker Street

To pay for her dancing shoes

Thirty years later and I'm thinking

I'm still here and some of my friends are gone

My little boy is grown and he's got a son of his own

Everybody's got to sing their own song

I came back to Long Beach and I'm looking out at the sea

I'm standing in a warm summer haze

I can see these times like I'm in a picture show

New York in the seventies

I'm in a long line of lovers

Who came to New York looking for the Muse

I found her waiting tables on Bleecker Street

To pay for her dancing shoes

Long Beach early in the morning

I'm walking the boardwalk by the sea

I'm with my little boy, he's not sleeping too well

My little boy is a lot like me

My little boy is a lot like me