I wake up
I’m amazed that it is morning
Wait for my first cup of medicinal coffee to percolate

Turn on the news
I’m amazed the world’s still spinning
But since it is I guess I still have to go to work today

Get ready to go
Gotta make myself look half presentable
After a late night in the city that don’t sleep

Because I know
This job makes these four walls just rentable
In a city that ain’t cheap

Walk out the door
I’m not on time, but I’m all right
If I move real fast I might recover

Walk across the street
Like I live life
One bit at a time
I put one foot in front of the other in front of the other in front of the other

And it’s an ordinary street
At the beginning of an ordinary week
The lights are green
The lights are red
And I cross the crosswalk
In the crosstalk
Of another busy day in New York City

And sometimes I feel
That it’s more than I can take
And sometimes I fear
That I won’t be able to fake
The smile I wear
To match my well-ironed business casual
But if I fall apart today
It’ll just be business as usual

I make my way
Through a sea of suits and ties and frowns
On their way to something more important

They’re on their phones
In worried tones
Talking to a man about a plan to run a scam
To make a fortune

Tripping over cameras wearing tourists
Taking pictures of the fire station
To show the folks back home
Woah

Tripping over my own two feet
As I leave the street for the stairs to the station
Through the turnstile
To the platform edge of the world below

And it’s an ordinary train
At the beginning of an ordinary day
The doors open
The doors shut
And I’m on my way
On an Uptown A
To spend another hard-earned day in New York City

And sometimes I feel
That it’s more than I can take
And sometimes I fear
That there’s just too much at stake
When the status quo is to
Just get by
And with every passing day
I wonder how much harder I can try

And I love New York City
Don’t get me wrong
There’s nowhere else I’d rather be

Yes I love New York City
But sometimes I don’t know
If it loves me

It’s an ordinary morning
And at least it’s never boring
The people come
The people go
And you either find yourself
Or lose yourself
Between the hustle and the bustle
Of this city

And sometimes I feel
That it’s more than I can take
And sometimes I fear
That I won’t be able to make it one more day

Oh but I will
‘Cause I’m in love
Yes I’m in love
With New York City