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