King Of Seventh Avenue

E E5 E B7sus4 Esus2 Emaj7 E E B7sus4 I can count all the lights in the city, E C#m Bsus4 A From the ledge on the twenty-seventh floor, C#m Bsus4 A There must be ten thousand window or more, F#m7 B7sus4 It's a hobby I can count on, helps me forget about the cold, F#m7 B7sus4 A B7sus4 E And I get to meet the neighbors for as long as the ledge will hold. E B7sus4 In the window across from me, E C#m Bsus4 A A man is committing a robbery, C#m Bsus4 A It's another form of the New York City lottery, F#m7 B7sus4 His ears must be burning, he drops the bag and he stares, F#m7 I'm the man out on the building, B7sus4 B7sus4 Yes, there's no net down there... E A Aadd11 And there's a woman below that I see, E B7sus4 Her silhouette is quite beautiful, E A Aadd11 It plays tricks on my memory. E B7sus4 Puts a face on the shadows in front of me, F#m7 B7sus4 A crowd below is forming, beneath this window ledge, my throne, F#m7 I am the King of Seventh Avenue, Bsus4 B New York City is my home, E Esus2 E It’s my home. B7sus4 I think the sirens have come for me, E Esus2 E C#m Bsus4 A Their searchlights reach up to the balcony, C#m Bsus4 A They bathe me in light, blind me so I can't see. F#m7 I hear the crowd all ask for jumping, B7sus4 While the cops all ask for calm, F#m7 Even the pigeons think I'm something, B7sus4 Bsus4 Emaj7 The whole city is in my palms, Emaj7 F#m7 My daughter Lisa says to me. B7sus4 E "Dad the world is yours, and it's beautiful, Emaj7 B7sus4 Don't throw it all away on memories. B7sus4 You've got to meet new people...", E Bsus4 Yeah, that will be good for me, E Bsus4 Good for me, E Bsus4 Good for me. E Esus2 E B7sus4 E Esus2 E C#m Bsus4 A C#m Bsus4 A E Esus2 E B7sus4 So I watch the lovers behind their shades, E Esus2 E C#m Bsus4 A I've seen them embrace after their furious fights, C#m Bsus4 A I've watched them mend their fences, make their love all night. F#m7 Only to tear them down again. B7sus4 Change the limits, change the boundaries, F#m7 The same beginning, the same end. Bsus4 Bsus4 Yet the story still astounds me. E A Aadd11 And there's a woman below that I see, E B7sus4 Her silhouette is quite beautiful, E A Aadd11 It plays tricks on my memory. E B7sus4 Puts a face on the shadows in front of me, F#m7 B7sus4 A crowd below is forming, beneath this window ledge, my throne, F#m7 I am the King of Seventh Avenue, Bsus4 B New York City is my home, E Esus2 E B7sus4 It’s my home. E Esus2 E I'm not alone. C#m Bsus4 A (Ooh, ooh, ooh, oooh, oooh) oh oh oh oooh oooh, Bsus4 C#m Bsus4 A Yey, . . . E