Joel Ansett - New York

If this world never dies and we'll all be blessed or cursed
If there's any place worth saving
Oh God, save New York first
Oh God, save New York first
New York

Ride underneath her long-tilled soil, New York
Until you feel the subway's pulse and beat
See the living roots, all kinds entangled
From Wall Street's king to idlers off the street
Rise to face her eye level now, New York
Watch clicking heels make the curb alive
Until you know what brings these people here
And what it takes a city to survive

If this world never dies and we'll all be blessed or cursed
If there's any place worth saving
Oh God, save New York first
Oh God, save New York first
New York

Stare hard and slow into her soul, New York
Until you see the wounded and forsaken
And all their longings told in honest art
Stare until your bones are shaken

Listen to her from the subway to the sky
Telling you that every road's a fork
Leading toward one garden-city or another
The question stands, which one is New York?

If this world never dies and we'll all be blessed or cursed
If there's any place worth saving
Oh God, save New York first
Oh God, save New York first

God oh God
Save New York

Written by:
JOEL ANSETT, MARGARET DOWERS

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