New York, New York

We're coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.


Let the river run,
Let all the dreamers
Wake the nation.
Come, the New Jerusalem.


Silver cities rise,
The morning lights
The streets that meet them,
And sirens call them on
With a song.


It's asking for the taking.
Trembling, shaking.
Oh, my heart is aching.


We're coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.


We the great and small
Stand on a star
And blaze a trail of desire
Through the dark'ning dawn.


It's asking for the taking.
Come run with me now,
The sky is the color of blue
You've never even seen
In the eyes of your lover.


Oh, my heart is aching.
We're coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.


It's asking for the taking.
Trembling, shaking.
Oh, my heart is aching.


We're coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.


Let the river run,
Let all the dreamers
Wake the nation.
Come, the New Jerusalem.