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