New York

Come, my wild horse, come, come pick me up Let's go outside and let's pretend it's New York Drown the small town troubles In Hudson River puddles Put those shining dancing boots on We'll meet the local heroes down at the bar The gifted and the phonies Rodeo on ponies And the truth is I was wrong when I said I was bored Any street that I'm walking on with you Anywhere with you could be New York And the truth is I was sleeping But I woke up all eyes and all ears When you whispered, it's all really happening It's all really happening here Will you spin the bottle with the muses That I'd been calling for 'til I thought they'd gone Camping on Long Island Put the backyards where they're hiding And these corners seemed run down and old But you pointed your finger At the magic and wonder they hold Now we're out and we're digging for gold Cause the truth is I was wrong when I said I was bored Any street that I'm walking on with you Anywhere with you could be New York And the truth is I was sleeping But I woke up all eyes and all ears When you whispered, it's all really happening It's all really happening here And the truth is I was sleeping Dreaming away 'til I forgot That wherever we are's where it's happening Come, my wild horse, and pick me up