D# A#sus4 There's two lost souls finding love in Times Square Cm A#6 G#sus2 There's a rumble of a train running down a track D# A#sus4 Light's are turning on the great wide wave Cm A#6 G#sus2 Cold beer here, pinstripes aren't bad Fm7 A#sus4 A# Piano man's holding court at the garden Fm7 A#sus4 A# All the street corner preachers are back Chorus: D# D#sus2 Gm7 Gm Faith believes what it can't see Cm A#6 G#sus2 And who we are, and who we're gonna be D# D#sus2 Gm7 Gm* Angels ring a cathedral bell Cm A#6 G#sus2 And on the streets of New York A# D# D#sus2 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 Chorus: '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 L.A. 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 Chorus: 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 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# A#6 A#sus4 Cm D# D#sus2 Fm7 G#sus2 Gm Gm7 |