"Streets" lyrics

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