The first to pour a simple [bad word] 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 

tenner, 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 road where folk are nice to Yoko 

Every bone of rivet steel, each corner stone an anchor 
Jenga jutts [bad word] water tower, pillar-posted sign 
Every painted lining battered, like a building in this town 
Sings a life of proud endeavour and 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 

Oh my god, New York can talk 
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers 
Everybody owns the great's 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's ideas 
And it feels like there's a big one round the corner 

The desire to part sure symphony 
The desire like a distant storm 
For love, be good 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 a modern room, where folk are nice to Yoko