New York Morning

歌詞

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 and folk are nice to Every bone of rivet steel Each corner stone and angle Jenga jut and rusted water tower Pillar, post and sign Every painted line and battered ladder Building in this town Sings a life of proud endeavour And the best that man can be Me, I see a city and I hear a million voices Planning, drilling, welding, carrying their fingers to the nub Reaching down into the ground, stretching 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 in the patchwork symphony The desire like a distant storm For love, did it come from me? 'Cause it feels like there's a big one 'round the corner The desire in the patchwork symphony (Oh my God, New York can talk) The desire like a distant storm (Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers) For love, did it come from me? (Everybody owns the great ideas) 'Cause 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 and a window please In the modern Rome where folk are nice to Yoko