Every day I see people
Pass me by 
Their looks are all the same 
Some are angry and some want to cry
Some just need a hand to hold
For when life gives in
And it leaves them in the cold 

My bed is in New York City 
And I think that's where I'll stay
To say how do you do
To a stranger on the street today
I'll die in New York City 
But I know no one will know my name
But if you come to New York City
You'll be sorry that you came

I see rich men in ties
And hobos down to their last dime
Pass each other by every day
The ballpark's always opened
The flowers are always in bloom
If you need Romance 
All you need is money for a hotel room 

My bed is in New York City 
And I think that's where I'll stay
To say how do you do
To a stranger on the street today
I'll die in New York City 
But I know no one will know my name
But if you come to New York City
You'll be sorry that you came