Standing on the empire state
I see the curve of the earth
A bed of nails below me waits
But I sleep well and good for whatever it's worth
Here's my life in short
There's not much to report
I feel like the luckiest boy in New York
I feel like the luckiest boy in New York
Coasting by on my old bike
Amid churches ambition built
The car horns announce the arrival
Of every new stranger with dreams yet fullfilled
Here's my life in short
There's not much to report
I feel like the luckiest boy in New York
I feel like the luckiest boy in New York
Give my regards to the broken hearts
And to those so far
We've come along way baby a long way
And here we are
The sun is shining down on Spring Street
The seasons are changing hands
The crowds behind us, no one'll find us
So let's fall in love while we both have the chance
And here's my life in short
There's not much to report
I feel like the luckiest boy in New York
I feel like the luckiest boy in New York