Song Lyrics

The first to put a simple truth in words
Binds 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

A tenor 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 folk are nice to Yoko

Every bone of rivet steel, each cornerstone an ankle
Jenga juts and rusted water tower, pillar posted sign
Every painted line and battered, laddered building in this town
Sings a life of proud endeavor at the best that 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 talk is all the answers
Everybody owns the great ideas
And it feels like there's a big one 'round the corner

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

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

Deborah Clarkin, Ronald Rogers