New York at night, there's a guy selling photographs
Snapshots of you and yours and all the neon lights
Stay till the flash goes off, almost as bright as God
Pay the man what you ought, that's America

Sometimes I dream of hot Harlem streets
Down through the tracks of 125th I see you

Hey, you're only looking at your feet
If you don't look up you won't see what I mean
Hey

Just north of Houston, I found a place where you can
Get what you want, if you know what you want to get
So much to see, so much to do, so much to say

Up on your roof, we'll play all the songs we wrote
Someday we'll play for fame, right now we're only playing

Hey, you're only looking at your feet
If you don't look up you won't see what I mean

Roads are always black
No matter which road takes you back to your home
Skies are always bright
Except at night when they're as black as any street

Hey, you're only looking at your feet
If you don't look up you won't see what I mean

New York at night, we can stop and catch the last act of Cats
Cause there's won't be many more
Maybe tonight, the downbeat will play us some blues

Sometimes I dream of Cats, but mostly you and me
Play me the track, you know the one I want to hear it

Hey, you're only looking at your feet
If you don't look up you won't see what I mean