I know an angel on the east side of Heaven Who lives in a first story room We meet on a rooftop and dream in the dark When the lights of New York are in bloom All through the daytime it's the same old Manhattan But evening again sets me free Then I turn off Broadway to the east side of heaven Where an angel waits for me All through the daytime it's the same old Manhattan But evening again sets me free Then I turn off Broadway to the east side of Heaven Where an angel waits for me