[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