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   The luckiest boy in New York   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 fullfilled   Here's my life, in short    There's not much to report      I feel like the luckiest boy in New York   The luckiest boy in New York   The luckiest boy in New York      Give my regards   To the broken hearts   And to those so far    We've come a long way   Baby, a long way   And here we are   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   Here's my life, in short   There's not much to report      I feel like the luckiest boy in New York   The luckiest boy in New York   The luckiest boy in New York