King of 7th avenue I can count all the lights in the from the ledge 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 as the ledge will hold.
In the window from me, a man is committing a robbery. It's form of the new york city lottery. His ears be burning, he drops the bag and he stares. I'm the man out on the building. Yes, there's no net there... And there's a below that I see. Her silhouette is beautiful. It plays on my memory.
Puts a face on the in front of me. A crowd below is forming, beneath ledge, my throne. I am the king of avenue, New city is my home.
I the sirens have 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, While the all ask for calm. Even the pigeons I'm something, The city is in my palms. My lisa says to me,
"dad the world is yours, and beautiful. Don't it all away on memories.
You've got to new people..." Yeah, that will be for me. for me. for me. So I the lovers behind their shades. I've them embrace after their furious fights. I've them mend their fences, make their love all night. Only to them down again,
Change the limits, the boundaries. The beginning, the same end.
Yet the story still me. The world now is watching. From this ledge my throne, I'm the king of seventh And I'm not alone. I'm not alone.