New York Comeback

The crowd dies down to a silent hush And everyone heads for the doors Everybody wants to beat the rush There's nothing left to see anymore They think it's all over but the cryin' And the story's already been told The writers have to hit their deadline But maybe something will unfold You wouldn't want to miss You wouldn't want to miss You wouldn't want to miss my New York comeback (My New York comeback) my New York comeback (My New York comeback) my New York comeback (My New York comeback) Before they cut the house lights Before you walk into the night Before you head out to last call For that last stiff highball Let me have the final say One last chance to do it my way One last shot, one last swing One final song to sing You wouldn't want to miss You wouldn't want to miss You wouldn't want to miss my New York comeback (My New York comeback) my New York comeback (My New York comeback) my New York comeback (My New York comeback) No one's brought the curtain down Maybe you should stick around Until the stage goes black Maybe there's one last twist Two outs nobody on base We're down to the last strike You could hear a pin drop in this place Hoping for miracle tonight You wouldn't want to miss You wouldn't want to miss You wouldn't want to miss my New York comeback (My New York comeback) my New York comeback (My New York comeback) my New York comeback (My New York comeback) My New York comeback