49th & Broadway
Chimney smoke dances on towering rooftops
While the sun softly states her goodbyes
I taste the coffee, taste the leaves
While I ponder what it means
To be forty-six stories high
But the workers are higher than me
I can hardly see them with my eyes
I'm blind, still I hear you calling me
Though I wouldn't have it otherwise
Sever the ties
New York, new skies
The streets below brimming with sirens and voices
And it only gets bigger at night
And the people that you meet
Watch this city with pride 'til they die
And, well, haven't they the right?
But the workers are more prideful than me
I can hardly stand to recognize
It's time, still I hear you calling me
No, I wouldn't have it otherwise
Let us revise
New York, new highs
Take me where the marquees are shining bright
Where we can have a stroll in the dead of night
Have ourselves a glass at a quarter to three
A glass becomes a bottle then a bite to eat
The food is delicious
Slides off your fork
No need to be superstitious
There is so much more
Oh, and to the ambitious
This city's the door
It's well worth waiting for
New York, New York
While the sun softly states her goodbyes
I taste the coffee, taste the leaves
While I ponder what it means
To be forty-six stories high
But the workers are higher than me
I can hardly see them with my eyes
I'm blind, still I hear you calling me
Though I wouldn't have it otherwise
Sever the ties
New York, new skies
The streets below brimming with sirens and voices
And it only gets bigger at night
And the people that you meet
Watch this city with pride 'til they die
And, well, haven't they the right?
But the workers are more prideful than me
I can hardly stand to recognize
It's time, still I hear you calling me
No, I wouldn't have it otherwise
Let us revise
New York, new highs
Take me where the marquees are shining bright
Where we can have a stroll in the dead of night
Have ourselves a glass at a quarter to three
A glass becomes a bottle then a bite to eat
The food is delicious
Slides off your fork
No need to be superstitious
There is so much more
Oh, and to the ambitious
This city's the door
It's well worth waiting for
New York, New York
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