The first to put a simple truth in words
Blinds the world in a feeling all familiar
'Cause everybody owns the great ideas
And it feels like there's a big one round the corner
Antenna up and out into New York
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
And oh my giddy aunt New York can talk
It's the modern Rome and folks are nice to Yoko
Every bone of river steel, each corner stone and angle
Jenga jut and rusted water tower pillar, post and sign
Every painted line and battered ladder building in this town
Sings a life of proud endeavor and the best man can be

Me I see a city and I hear a million voices
Planning drilling welding carrying their fingers to the nub
Reaching down into the ground
Stretching up into the sky
Why? Because they can, they did and do
So you and I could live together

Oh my God New York can talk
Somewhere in all that talks in all the answers
Everybody owns the great ideas
And it feels like there's a big one round the corner

Oh my God New York can talk
Somewhere in all that talks in all the answers
Everybody owns the great ideas
And it feels like there's a big one round the corner

Oh my God New York can talk
Somewhere in all that talks in all the answers
Everybody owns the great ideas
And it feels like there's a big one round the corner

The desire in the patchwork symphony
The desire like a distant storm
For love , did it come from me
'Cause it feels like there's a big one round the corner

The desire in the patchwork symphony
The desire like a distant storm
For love , did it come from me
'Cause it feels like there's a big one round the corner

The way the day begins
Decides the shade of everything
But the ways it ends depends on if you're home
For every soul a pillow and a window please
In the modern Rome where folks are nice to Yoko