City Streets and 
Subway cars 
pumping life through my veins. 

Every line on the map of my heart 
guides me along my way. 

And I always know where I am 
and which road leads to you. 

It's written on the map of my heart... 

The roaring bus and the [bad word] by; 
it's in New York City symphony 
This nine city blocks where music is my guide 
Oooooh...sets me free. 

And I always know where I stand 
and which road leads to you. 

It's written on the map of my heart... 
It's written on the map of my heart... 

And I always know where I am 
and which road leads to you. 

It's written on the map of my heart... 
It's written on the map of my heart...