Empire State Paroles

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 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