Elbow - New york morning

The ^Bfirst to pour a simple truth in ^Awords Binds the ^Bworld in a feeling all fa^Emiliar 'Cause ^Aeverybody owns the great i^Bdeas And it ^Afeels like there's a big one round the ^Ecorner

A ^Btenner, up and out into New ^AYork Some^Bwhere in all that talk is all the ^Eanswers And ^Aoh, my giddy aunt, New York can ^Btalk It's the ^Amodern road where folk are nice to ^EYoko

^BEvery bone of rivet steel, each ^Acorner stone an anchor ^BJenga jutts and rusty water tower, ^Epillar-posted sign Every ^Apainted lining battered, like a ^Bbuilding in this town Sings a ^Alife of proud endeavor and the ^Ebest that man can be

^BMe, I see a city and I ^Ahear a million voices Planning, ^Bdrilling, welding, carrying their ^Efingers to the nub Reaching ^Adown into the ground, stretching ^Bup into the sky Why? Be^Acause they can, they did and do so ^Eyou and I could live together

^BOh my God, New York can ^Atalk Some^Bwhere in all that talk is all the ^Eanswers ^AEverybody owns the great i^Bdeas And it ^Afeels like there's a big one round the ^Ecorner

^BOh my God, New York can ^Atalk Some^Bwhere in all that talk is all the ^Eanswers ^AEverybody owns the great i^Bdeas And it ^Afeels like there's a big one round the ^Ecorner

^BOh my God, New York can ^Atalk Some^Bwhere in all that talk is all the ^Eanswers ^AEverybody owns the great ^Bideas And it ^Afeels like there's a big one round the ^Ecorner

The ^Bdesire to part sure ^Asymphony The ^Bdesire like a distant ^Estorm For ^Alove, be ^Bgood for me And it ^Afeels like there's a big one round the ^Ecorner

^BOh my God, New York can ^Atalk Some^Bwhere in all that talk is all the ^Eanswers ^AEverybody owns the great ^Bideas And it ^Afeels like there's a big one round the ^Ecorner

^BThe way the day ^Abegins ^BDecides the shade of ^Eeverything But the ^Away it ends depends on if you're ^Bhome For ^Aevery soul, a pillow at a ^Ewindow, please In a ^Amodern room, where folk are nice to ^EYoko ^B