New York, New York, or a village in Iowa, the only difference is the name.
If you're alone, whether on Main Street or on Broadway,
if you're alone, they are both the same.
A town's a lonely town.
When you pass through, and there is no one waiting there for you,
then it's a lonely town.
You wander up and down.
The crowds rush by.
A million faces.
Pass before your eyes.
Still it's a lonely town.
Unless there's love.
A love that's shining.
Like a harbor light.
You're lost in the night.
Unless there's love.
The words.
An empty place.
And every town's
a lonely town.
This is our home.