King Of 7th Avenue

King of 7th Avenue I can count all the lights in the city from the ledge on the twenty- seventh floor
There must be ten thousand window or more
It's a hobby I can count on, helps me forget about the cold
And I get to meet the neighbors for as long as the ledge will hold

In the window across from me, a man is committing a robbery
It's another form of the New York City lottery
His ears must be burning, he drops the bag and he stares
I'm the man out on the building
Yes, there's no net down there...
And there's a woman below that I see
Her silhouette is quite beautiful
It plays tricks on my memory

Puts a face on the shadows in front of me
A crowd below is forming, beneath this
Window ledge, my throne
I am the King of Seventh Avenue
New York City is my home

I think the sirens have come for me
Their searchlights reach up to the balcony
They bathe me in light, blind me so I can't see

I hear the crowd all ask for jumping
While the cops all ask for calm
Even the pigeons think I'm something
The whole city is in my palms
My daughter Lisa says to me

"Dad the world is yours, and it's beautiful
Don't throw it all away on memories

You've got to meet new people..."
Yeah, that will be good for me
Good for me
Good for me
So I watch the lovers behind their shades
I've seen them embrace after their furious fights
I've watched them mend their fences, make their love all night
Only to tear them down again

Change the limits, change the boundaries
The same beginning, the same end

Yet the story still astounds me
The whole world now is watching
From this window ledge my throne
I'm the King of Seventh Avenue
And tonight I'm not alone. I'm not alone