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