Standard (EADGBE)

  Late afternoon, back in New York town

  Waking up as the wheels touch down

  Pick up my guitar and walk away

  Wish I was going home to stay

  Line of taxis, I wait my turn

  Tar and asphalt, exhaust and fumes

 Be side the road on a patch of ground

  Taxi drivers are kneeling down

 'Neath the concrete sky I watch them pray

 While the people of the world hurry on their way

 I think they're praying for us all today

 And the stories that fell from the sky that day

Chorus

  This is the land of the living

  This is the land that's mine

  She still watches over Man hattan

 She's still holding onto that torch for life

 Back home fire's still burning, I can see it in the air

  Pictures of faces posted everywhere

 They say "Hazel eyes and chestnut hair

  Mother of two, missing down there"

 I pass the firemen on duty tonight

  Carpets of flowers in candlelight

 And "Thank you" in a child's scrawl

  Taped to the 3rd Street firehouse wall

 There's shadows of the lost on the faces I see

  Brothers and strangers on this island of grief

 There's death in the air but there's life on this street

  There's life on this street

Chorus

  Got in a taxi, said "Hudson St. please"

 He started the meter and he looked at me

 I glanced at his name on the back of the seat

 And I looked out the window at the ghost-filled streets

 I noticed cuts on his hand and his face

 I said "You're bleeding, are you okay?"

 He said "I'm not so good, got beat up today

 And I'm not one of them no matter what they say

 I'm just worried about my family

 My wife's in the house and she's scared to leave"

  And I didn't know what to say

I didn't know what to say

  But I said a prayer for him anyway

  This is the land of the living

  This is the land that's mine

  She still watches over Man hattan

 She's still holding onto that torch for life

 Holding on for life