The one that’s across
The one to the right
The one that stands up
The one that sits tight
In all of their eyes
A vision of light
But they’re looking own
And blocking their sight
A book in one hand
A phone on the rest
For them it’s routine
For you it’s a test
‘Cause you’re looking up
With curious eyes
To see what they’ll do
If they’ll be surprised
You put down the hat
And then clap your hands
You turn up the beat
Can’t hear no commands
Up on the bars
You twirl and you dance
‘Cause this is New York
This is your chance
Some look away
While some pay your show
And if you’re in trouble
You don’t care to know
You came to this place
To capture the glory
You’re here in New York
To make your own story