Standing on the Empire State
I see the curve of the earth
A bed of nails below me waits
But I sleep well and good, for whatever it's worth
Here's my life, in short
There's not much to report

I feel like the luckiest boy in New York
The luckiest boy in New York
The luckiest boy in New York

Coasting by on my old bike
Amid churches ambition built
The car horns announce the arrival
Of every new stranger with dreams yet fullfilled
Here's my life, in short
There's not much to report

I feel like the luckiest boy in New York
The luckiest boy in New York
The luckiest boy in New York

Give my regards
To the broken hearts
And to those so far
We've come a long way
Baby, a long way
And here we are
Here we are

The sun is shining down on Spring Street
The seasons are changing hands
The crowds behind us
No one'll find us
So let's fall in love while we both have the chance
Here's my life, in short
There's not much to report

I feel like the luckiest boy in New York
The luckiest boy in New York
The luckiest boy in New York