C Grim-faced and forbidding, their faces closed tight, F An angular mass of New Yorkers, C Pacing in rhythm, race the oncoming night. F They chase through the streets of Manhattan. C Head-first humanity pause at a light F Then flow through the streets of the city. C# They seem oblivious to a C Soft spring rain, like an English rain. C# So light, yet endless, from a C C# C leaden sky. C# The buildings are lost in their limitless rise. C My feet catch the pulse and the purposeful stride. Chorus: C# I feel the sense of possibilities. C I feel the wrench of hard realities. Wide angle watcher on life's ancient tales Steeped in the history of London Green and grey washes in a wispy white veil Mist in the streets of Westminster Wistful and weathered, the pride still prevails Alive in the streets of the city Are they oblivious to this quality? A quality Of light unique to Every city's streets ("'Ello!" "Morning, guv.") Pavements may teem with intense energy But the city is calm in this violent sea Chorus: I feel the sense of possibilities I feel the wrench of hard realities The focus is sharp in the city | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C C# F |