Well the ground makes a sound in central New YorkLike it just might suddenly openA hunk of metal in the air touching down behind a skyscraperWho have thought metal could fly?And all around me is concrete to concreteDivine potential life watered downAnd if the ground yawned and swallowed me wholeWould I fall all the way down to China?Seems that some of these truths that are self-evidentAre evidently lost on a girl like meAnd that creaking you hear is increasingly clearAs my brain overloads, overloadsChorusStep around the corner from Bleeker to BroadwayA girl sings out at the top of her lungs"If you can make it here then you can make it,La la la la la la La"The sum seem to think I'm neurotic and all, but I'm notI just like to think about things over and over and over and over againChorusStep around the corner from Bleeker to BroadwayA girl sings out at the top of her lungs"If you can make it here then you can make it,La la la la la la La"Here on this patch of Central Park greenIt's a modern day man-made oasisBut on this green I can scream and wave my armsThat girls crazy, seems I just fit right inAll around me, life taking overMutiny in the Big Apple todayAnd if the ground yawned, I'd step to the sideHey ground, I'm nobody's lunchChorus