New York Morning

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