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 again.

And I'd never seen the sky a sadder shade of grey.
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.

'Cause we're all just chasing red balloons, as our sky falls to the ground.
And the ocean rises up, and you refuse to make a sound,
And everybody falls, and then it sways as if to beats.
Except for you and me.
We've got promises to keep here on Lucky Street.

So many faces that I'd hoped to soon forget.
They're all just pushing and kicking and screaming in a panicked mournful fit.
Everyone's fighting for just North of here.
But your just South and baby I'm so scared.

'Cause we're all just chasing red balloons, as our sky falls to the ground.
And the ocean rises up, and you refuse to make a sound,
And everybody falls, and then sways as if to beats.
Except for you and me.
We've got promises to keep here on Lucky Street.

'Cause we're all just chasing red balloons, as our sky falls to the ground.
And the ocean rises up, the ocean rises up.

We're all just chasing red balloons, as our sky falls to the ground.
And the ocean rises up, and you refuse to make a sound,
And everybody falls, and then sways as if to beats.
Except for you and me.
We've got promises to keep here on Lucky Street.

Writer : POULOS, MATTHEW / REED, ALEXANDER / LANCASTER, JASON ALAN / KOPACZ, STEVEN
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.