From a lookout on the Palisades
You can see old Gotham’s gleam
That principle of uncertainty
Really defines the city’s dream
Paid my toll so I can cross that bridge
From these cliffs full of briars
You can hear John’s "Imagine" song
I brought my mandolin and learned the chords
In Strawberry Fields, I’m going to play along
It’s been such a long long while
I am less than the sum of my parts
Across the Hudson is the light
To shine up my tarnished heart
The traffic is never ending
And so is the poet’s eye
The steel and glass keep growing
Blossoms up through the island sky