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

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 folk are nice to Yoko


Every bone of rivet steel, each corner stone and angle
Jenga jot and rusted water, Tower, pillar, postage sign

Every painted line and battered (?) building in this town
Sings a life of proud endeavour and the best a man can be


Me, I see a city and I hear a million voices
Planning, drilling, welding, carrying their fingers to the north
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


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 desire in the patchwork symphony
The desire like a distant storm
For love, did it call for me?

It feels like there's a big one round the corner

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 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 at a window, please
In the modern Rome, where folk are nice to Yoko