New York Morning Lyrics

The first to pour 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

A tenner, 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 where folk are nice to Yoko

Every bone of rivet steel, each corner stone an anchor

Jenga jutts and rusty water tower, pillar-posted sign

Every painted lining battered, like a 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's 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 to part sure symphony

The desire like a distant storm

For love, be good for me

It feels like there's a big one round the corner

Oh my god, New York, you 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 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 at a window, please

In a modern Rome, where folk are nice to Yoko