New York, to that tall[G] skyline I co[C]me,[Am][D]
flying [Em]in from Lo[C]ndon to your do[D]or.
New Y[G]ork, looking d[C]own on Ce[Am]ntral Pa[D]rk,
Where they[Em] say you should not w[C]ander af[D]ter d[G]ark.
New Y[G]ork, like a s[C]cene from al[Am]l those mo[D]vies,
But you're[Em] real enough to [C]me, for there's a h[Am]eart,
A h[C]eart that[D] lives in New Yor[G]k.
A he[Bm]art in New York, a rose on the s[C]treet,
I[Am] write my song to that c[Em]ity heartbeat.
A h[Bm]eart in New York, a love in her e[C]ye,
an o[Am]pen door and a fr[Em]iend for the night.[D]
New Y[G]ork, you got mo[C]ney o[Am]n your mi[D]nd,
And my[Em] words won't make a[C] dime's worth of[D] difference,
so h[Am]ere's to [C]you New Yor[D]k.
New Y[G]ork, now my p[C]lane is t[Am]ouching d[D]own.
flying [Em]in from Lo[C]ndon to your do[D]or.
New Y[G]ork, looking d[C]own on Ce[Am]ntral Pa[D]rk,
Where they[Em] say you should not w[C]ander af[D]ter d[G]ark.
New Y[G]ork, like a s[C]cene from al[Am]l those mo[D]vies,
But you're[Em] real enough to [C]me, for there's a h[Am]eart,
A h[C]eart that[D] lives in New Yor[G]k.
A he[Bm]art in New York, a rose on the s[C]treet,
I[Am] write my song to that c[Em]ity heartbeat.
A h[Bm]eart in New York, a love in her e[C]ye,
an o[Am]pen door and a fr[Em]iend for the night.[D]
New Y[G]ork, you got mo[C]ney o[Am]n your mi[D]nd,
And my[Em] words won't make a[C] dime's worth of[D] difference,
so h[Am]ere's to [C]you New Yor[D]k.
New Y[G]ork, now my p[C]lane is t[Am]ouching d[D]own.
