High Line Park

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Won't you take a trip to the high line park with me Browse the skyline from the west side of town A famed story, restored glory Tracks of freight trains circa 1930 feet above ground Touch the dirty fingerprints of the gods Faint frames on the fray of lost Rejuvenated souvenirs I cross the flyover above 10th ave, a magic carpet The queue to the loo at the Chelsea market I mean the bathroom line too long like fair rides so I start this Trek up the stairs to heaven, and I'm walking on cloud wow two plus seven On the trail and already loving it I see afternoon couples in bubbles whispering sweet nothingness I spot a girl on her cell looking troubled So I wink and she shows a glimpse Of fondness, soft flavor is filling the atmos Feelin' like a new york giant on top of a mini atlas From the meadow to grasslands, in fact it's Glass and wood to metal and concrete Evolution of the city would never be complete Without the stamp of the locals Approved and sealed, like photo and vocal booths To spiel the best of yesteryears from the archives Walk down soon to be memory lane of our lives [Verse 2] Fantastic, voyage it's a bit voyeuristic Share a touristic Cruise down the high line park with me Graze the hudson river east side bank, the territory An allegory of roots spreading like a lotus Single lens re-flex with auto focus Max the color palette, mix is cinematic Olive to camo jacket, match the wild thicket While I stroll planks and watch the plants grow You can catch me on display from the gallery row Folks of all salaries or lack thereof Join the cast of a passage Packed drama in a baggage Diorama with foliage, a scenic exhibit A tidbit so vivid will solicit a visit As we approach the tail of a track Like a stylus in a groove The rail yards prove to be the next chapter Another vision to be captured Laughter to follow ever after So onto 30th street, I descend The end of an escapade and the opposite of escalate A tight spiral, a touchdown oh what a flight People drinking brew on a Wednesday night By this time I regret bypassing the stalls Plus I'm starting to starve and I must make the call A million choices so what would you do? Take a cab midtown to get me some mee noodles, ooh