Streets - Kenny Chesney

There’s two lost souls finding love in Times Square

There’s the rumble of a train runnin' down a track

Lights are turnin' on the great white way

Cold beer here, pin stripes are at bat

Piano man is holding court at the Garden

All the street corner preachers are back

Faith believes when it can’t see

In 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

Waxing up their boards down in Venice

At Mickey’s house they’re all gathering in line, give it time

'Cause faith believes when it can’t see

In who we are and who we’re gonna be

City of angels rising through the ashes of hell

And on the streets of L.A.

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 singin' in a bar on Broadway

She plays some Willie and everybody sings

Faith believes when it can’t see

In 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 when it can’t see

In who we are and who we’re gonna be

Our lady in the harbor shinin' like a citadel

And on the streets of America

All is well

On the streets of America

All is well