On the island of Manhattan out your window the buildings form a mountain
Sitting on the East River bed. Reaching high from the river bed
Tugboat waves hit the city walls, they tugged on down from the Northern seaways
And the water calls us in, to the East River wind
"Oh, go, go, go sweet bird we humans can't bear too much reality" *
Father Time our foe & our savior
We spent too much time on the golden island hiding from life
Just a little too long
In the cities dark back rooms of it's gleaming grey saloons
Oh, go, go, go sweet bird we humans can't bear too much reality
Father Time our foe & our savior
Go, go, go, Go, go sweet Bird
Swiftly sing a lullaby cure
Go, go, go, go, go, go sweet bird
Go, go, go, go, go, go sweet bird
On the island of Manhattan out your window the buildings form a mountain
Sitting on the East River bed, Reaching high from the river bed
*Quote from T. S. Elliot's Four Seasons