King of 7th avenue I can count all the lights in the city from the on the twenty- seventh floor. must be ten thousand window or more. It's a I can count on, helps me forget about the cold. And I get to meet the neighbors for as long as the ledge hold.
In the across from me, a man is committing a robbery. It's another of the new york city lottery. His ears must be burning, he the bag and he stares. I'm the man out on the building. Yes, there's no net there... And a woman below that I see. Her is quite beautiful. It plays on my memory.
Puts a on the shadows in front of me. A below is forming, beneath this ledge, my throne. I am the king of avenue, New city is my home.
I think the sirens come for me, searchlights reach up to the balcony. They bathe me in light, blind me so I see.
I the crowd all ask for jumping, the cops all ask for calm. Even the think I'm something, The whole is in my palms. My daughter says to me,
"dad the is yours, and it's beautiful. throw it all away on memories.
You've got to new people..." Yeah, will be good for me. for me. for me. So I watch the lovers behind shades. I've seen embrace after their furious fights. I've watched mend their fences, make their love all night. Only to tear down again,
the limits, change the boundaries. The beginning, the same end.
Yet the story still me. The whole now is watching. this window ledge my throne, I'm the king of avenue And I'm not alone. I'm not alone.