Oh I packed up suitcases one for clothes, one for dreams and on the five-hour flight I made my foolproof schemes-- that I'd eat the big apple not choke on the seeds and they'd name a street after me but this was not destined to be 'cause every actor, model, musician in the food industry smiles for tips to afford their 300 sq ft and at the end of auditions all they hear is "Next, please" so at night they drop to their knees: "God can you still hear me?" So welcome to New York, aren't you lonely now? Even your God's lost you in the crowd amongst the sound of 8 million people who's hearts make man's choir, hopin hopes can reach higher than they can build On the sidewalks and subways where dreams are for sale live the giant-size judging eyes
of those who've yet to fail staring into the faces behind open guitar cases belting just so they can hear past the ringing of the city in their ears So welcome to New York, aren't you lonely now? Even your God's lost you in the crowd amongst the sound of 8 million people who's hearts make man's choir, hopin hopes can reach higher than they can build So welcome to New York, aren't you lonely now? Even your God's lost you in the crowd amongst the sound of 8 million people who's hearts make man's choir, hopin hopes can reach higher than they can build So welcome to New York and you're angry now Everyone's laughing and you wonder how could God allow 8 million people with hearts all a-fire maybe my heart's a liar and a selfish child