Kenny Chesney - Streets (Audio)

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 grain wide awake Cold beer here, pinstripes aren't bad Piano man is 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 Eastern sun is rising over sunset Tourists taking selfies at the Hollywood sign Waxing up their boards down in Venice At Mickey'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 In the shotgun seat rides her daddy's old six string Tonight she'll be singing in a bar on Broadway She'll play some Willie and everybody sings Faith believes what it can't see And who we are and who we're gonna be Music city's 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 On the streets of America All is well