Tom, get your plane right on time. I know your part'll go fine. Fly down to Mexico. Da-n-da-da-n-da-n-da-da and here I am, The only living boy in New York. I get the news I need on the weather report. I can gather all the news I need on the weather report. Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile. Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da here I am The only living boy in New York Half of the time we're gone but we don't know where, And we don't know here. Tom, get your plane right on time. I know you've been eager to fly now. Hey let your honesty shine, shine, shine Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da Like it shines on me The only living boy in New York, The only living boy in New York. 43 Comments Memory: Clearly a big city song, it's no wonder my key memory of it is playing on my car stereo moments before a job interview in San Francisco. The feelings were: reassuring, "no sweat", and "am I the only one feeling this...the only one feeling?" Paul should know, without a doubt, no matter what his lyrics actually mean, like this one, he puts genuine feeling into the songs and touches hearts for decades, generations later. I congratulate him on his immortality and thank him for so much emotional grounding, so much humanity. Oh look, I'm crying...look what you did! General Comment: Whatever it's about (and I totally believe everyone when they say it's about the two of them, which