Streets

There's two lost souls finding love in Times Square

There's a rumble of a train running down a track

Lights are turning on the great wide wave

Cold beer here, pinstripes aren't bad

Piano man's holding court at the garden

All the street corner preachers are back

Faith believes what it can't see

And who we are, and who we're gonna be

Angels ring a cathedral bell

And on the streets of New York

All is well

The eastern sun is rising over sunset

Tourists taking selfies at the Hollywood sign

Watching up the boards down in Venice

At Nicky's house, they're all gathering in line, give it time

'Cause faith believes what it can't see

And who we are, and who we're gonna be

City of Angels rising through the ashes of hell

And on the streets of LA

All is well

There's a pickup rolling through the Heartland

And the shotgun seat rides her daddy's old six-string

Tonight she'll be singing in a bar on Broadway

She'll play some Willy, and everybody sings

Faith believes what it can't see

And who we are, and who we're gonna be

Music cities got some tales to tell

And on the streets of Nashville

All is well

Faith believes what it can't see

And who we are, and who we're gonna be

Our Lady in the harbor shining like a citadel

And on the streets of America

All is well

And on the streets of America

All is well