New York Morning

The first to put a simple truth in words

Binds the world in a feeling all familiar

'Cause everybody owns the great ideas

And it feels like there's a big one 'round the corner

Antenna up and out into New York

Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers

And, oh, my giddy aunt, New York can talk

It's the modern Rome where folk are nice to Yoko

Every bone of rivet steel, each cornerstone and angle

Jenga juts and rusty water tower, pillar, post and sign

Every painted line and battered ladder building in this town

Sings a life of proud endeavor and the best that man can be

Me, I see a city and I hear a million voices

Plannin, drillin', weldin', carryin' their fingers to the nub

Reachin' down into the ground, stretchin' up into the sky

Why? Because they can, they did and do so you and I could live together

Oh my God, New York can talk

Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers

Everybody owns the great ideas

And it feels like there's a big one 'round the corner

Oh my God, New York can talk

Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers

Everybody owns the great ideas

And it feels like there's a big one 'round the corner

Oh my God, New York can talk

Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers

Everybody owns the great ideas

And it feels like there's a big one 'round the corner

The desire to part sure symphony

The desire like a distant storm

For love, be good for me

And it feels like there's a big one 'round the corner

Oh my God, New York can talk

Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers

Everybody owns the great ideas

And it feels like there's a big one 'round the corner

The way the day begins decides the shade of everything

But the way it ends depends on if you're home

For every soul, a pillow at a window please

In a modern Rome where the folk are nice to Yoko