Old Ben

In the stillness of the evening
When the sun has had its day
I heard your voice a-whispering
Come away child

New York, New York

These vagabond shoes
They are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York

She packed my bags
Last night
Pre-flight
Zero hour... nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be... higggggghhhhh...
as a kite by then...

You don’t know how beautiful
You don’t know how beautiful you are
You don’t know, and you don’t get it, do you?
You don’t know how beautiful you are

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence