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