I'll tell you what you already know
But there really wasn't much of a show
On the sidewalks of New York
But for a bit of old now and again
With a lot of loose worries to send on their way

And coming down the line
There's a dear old friend of mine
On his ear
Up against the Post he said
The one he loved the most up and gone

That emotional machine was breaking all her dreams
On the sidewalks of New York
But for a bit of old now and again
With a lot of loose worries to send on their way

Looking back on harder times
When the dollars turned to dimes
What is fear
With money in the jar
I wonder where you are far from here

I've been looking from left to right
On the buses late at night on the sidewalks of New York
For a bit of old now and again
With a lot of loose worries to send on their way

© 1983 by Dave Bolger