New York Morning - 郎朗 (Lang Lang)/Jason Isbell

Written by：Elbow

The first to put a simple truth in words

Binds the world in a feeling all familiar

Cause everybody owns the great ideas

And it feels like there's a big one round the corner

Antenna up and out into New York

Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers

And oh my giddy aunt New York can talk

It's the modern Rome and folk are nice to Yoko

Every bone of rivet steel each corner stone and angle

Jenga jut and rusted water tower pillar post and sign

Every painted line and battered laddered building in this town

Sings a life of proud endeavour and the best that man can be

Me I see a city and I hear a million voices

Planning drilling welding carrying their fingers to the nub

Reaching down into the ground stretching up into the sky

Why

Because they can

They did and do

So you and I could live together

Oh my God New York can talk

Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers

Everybody owns the great ideas

And it feels like there's a big one round the corner

Oh my God New York can talk

Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers

Everybody owns the great ideas

And it feels like there's a big one round the corner

Oh my God New York can talk

Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers

Everybody owns the great ideas

And it feels like there's a big one round the corner

The desire in patchwork symphony

The desire like a distant storm

For love did it come for me

And it feels like there's a big one round the corner

The desire in patchwork symphony

The desire like a distant storm

For love did it come for me

Cause it feels like there's a big one round the corner

The way the day begins

Decides the shade of everything

But the way it ends depends on if you're home

For every soul a pillow at a window please

In the modern Rome where folk are nice to Yoko