And I watched the Atlantic Ocean rise to meet New York,
And everyone involved got way too scared that life was way too short.
And we all sang songs about things we’d take back if given the chance,
And I’d never seen the sky a sadder shade of gray,
And I thought about the words I told you, and others I forgot to say.
So just tell me that you’ll hold my hand,
We’ll stand together here in New York sand.