Everybody walking by, something different in their eyes
And the man playing cello on Broadway, he carries on, he carries on
Anxious as we cross off the days on our calendars
And the man selling papers on Broadway, he carries on, he carries on
Something strange in the air everywhere
Even though I wasn't there I can feel it in the air
And I'm walking on Broadway, I carry on, I carry on
And I feel people watching out for me, I feel in close proximity
To the people walking on Broadway, we carry on, we carry on
Move on the day has gone, turn the page, the tributes done
And the man with umbrellas on Broadway, he carries on, he carries on
Big cranes fix the scars, big lights light the stars
And the man bagging rubbish on Broadway, he carries on, he carries on
Something strange in the air everywhere
(chorus)
Cross off another year, wipe off another tear
And the man broken hearted on Broadway, he carries on, he carries on