Empire State

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

The luckiest boy in New York

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

The luckiest boy in New York

The luckiest boy in New York



Give my regards

To the broken hearts

And to those so far

We've come a long way

Baby, a long way

And here we are

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

Here's my life, in short

There's not much to report



I feel like the luckiest boy in New York

The luckiest boy in New York

The luckiest boy in New York