On the island of Manhattan out your window
the buildings form a mountain.
Sitting on the East River bed. Reaching high from the river bed.
Tugboat waves hit the city walls,
they tugged on down from the Northern seaways.
And the water calls us in, to the East River wind.

"Oh, go, go, go sweet bird we humans can't bear too much reality"
Father Time our foe & our savior.
We spent too much time on the golden island hiding from life
Just a little too long
In the cities dark back rooms of it's gleaming grey saloons.

Oh, go, go, go sweet bird we humans can't bear too much reality
Father Time our foe & our savior.
Go, go, go, Go, go sweet Bird
Swiftly sing a lullaby cure
Go, go, go, go, go, go sweet bird.
Go, go, go, go, go, go sweet bird.
On the island of
Manhattan out your window the buildings form a mountain.
Sitting on the East River bed,
Reaching high from the river bed.