New York City

New York City gripped me, like a big old machine

I went into one side and landed in a dream

It stirred me up and made me shout

And sometimes I forgot about

The way the wind blows in and out

The cottonwood trees

And oh, it's easy to lose your mind

I might've lost mine

If I hadn't found you

The avenues, the boulevards

Businesses and school yards

Shopping malls and motorcars

All in one scene

The lowest lows, and the highest highs

The meanest noise and the lullabies

The poison and the compromise

The unspoken scream

And oh, it's so hard to find your place

And I never found mine

If I hadn't seen your face

And you can be my Buster Keaton, I'll be Blossom Dearie

We can see the world so clearly

You'll colour the grey away

I will sing you songs all day

The decay will just turn to blue moons

As we look at the good old-fashioned moon

Well, New York City split me like a log in a mill

Half of me happy, the other half ill

But I feel myself a-warming to the old neon chill

I still feel a longing, but its chased by a thrill

And oh, its so hard to find your place

I'd never found mine

If I hadn't seen your face

And you can be my Buster Keaton, I'll be Blossom Dearie

We can see the world so clearly

You'll colour the grey away

And I will sing you songs all day

The decay will just turn to blue moons

We look at the good old-fashioned moon