New York, to that tall skyline I come, flying in from London to your door.

New York, looking down on Central Park

where they say you should not wander after dark.

New York, like a scene from all those movies,

but you're real enough to me, but there's a heart,

a heart that lives in New York.



A heart in New York, a rose on the street,

I write my song to that city heartbeat.

A heart in New York, a love in her eye, an open door and a friend for the night.

New York, you got money on your mind

and my words won't make a dime's worth a difference, so here's to you New York.

New York, now my plane is touching down