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