And I watched the Atlantic Ocean rise to meet New York
And everyone involved got way too scared that life was way too short
And we all sang songs about things we´d take back if given the chance, again

And I´d never seen the sky a sadder shade of gray
And I thought about the words I told you and others I forgot to say
So just tell me that you´ll hold my hand
We´ll stand together here in New York sand

Cause we´re all just chasing red balloons as our sky falls to the ground
And the ocean rises up and you refuse to make a sound
And everybody falls and then sways as if to beats
Except for you and me, we´ve got promises to keep here on Lucky Street

So many faces that I´d hope to soon forget
They´re all just pushing and kicking and screaming in a panicked mournful fit
Everyone´s fighting for just north of here
But you´re just south and baby I´m so scared