Marc Cohn

I'm writing you this letter from some old hotel
I can feel the distance between us
From the Spanish Steps to the Liberty Bell
I know the angels have seen us...
seen us, baby
They see you down on Seventh Avenue,
While you're just hanging by a thread
And I'm sitting in a lonely room without a view,
Wishing I was there with you instead
(CHORUS 1)
Won't you walk through this world with me
Walk through this world.
Over the miles of mystery,
Walk through this world with me.
I'm staring out across the rooftops, baby.
I've seen the writing on the wall.
Heard a little bit of thunder, at the seventh wonder,
but everything is bound to rise and fall, that's all
(CHORUS 2)
Walk through this world with me
Walk through the world.
Over the mountains and the shining sea,
Walk through this world with me...