Standing on the empire state
I see the curve of the earth
A bed of nails below me waits

But I sleep well and good
For whatever it's worth
Here's my life in short
There's not much to report

I feel like the luckiest
Boy in New York
I feel like the luckiest
Boy in New York

Coasting by on my old bike
Amid churches ambition built
The car horns announce the arrival

Of every new stranger
With dreams yet fulfilled
Here's my life in short
There's not much to report

I feel like the luckiest
Boy in New York
I feel like the luckiest
Boy in New York

Give my regards to the broken hearts
And to those so far
We've come along way, baby, a long way
And here we are

The sun is shining down on Spring Street
The seasons are changing hands
The crowds behind us, no one'll find us

So let's fall in love while
We both have the chance
And here's my life in short
There's not much to report

I feel like the luckiest
Boy in New York
I feel like the luckiest
Boy in New York