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