I went into this cafe in
New York
New York
New York

Once a streetwise poet gypsy
Now a tired old soul, sat talking to his coffecup,
He was sitting all alone,
I couldn't help but hear
The verses didn't rhyme, but echoed back from Bleckeer street,
and legendary times
In
New York New York lost tales of New York

In the spirit of saint Kerouac he was king of Washington square
But toppled from his concrete throne when prince Dylan did appear
His words were never spoken in the towers of gold and sin 
But he was more than satisfied just to tell them to the wind
In
New York New York lost tales of New York New York

And
Life is just a heartbeat away

Outside on the street 
A delivery truck from Angelos Bakery passed by 
It had a sign saying:
Hello America Good Morning USA

He turned around and looked at me 
like he recognized a friend
And though I never known him he said he knew that we were kin

Electric circus castaways all meet up in the end
In 
New York New York 
A lost tale of New York New York New York

Forever lost in 
New York 
Hello America good morning USA
This is the birth of a new day