NewYorkSoul

Bottle of red, bottle of white

My dad sent to me the other night

In the box, there was a postcard just for fun

Saying everyone is proud, we miss you, son

See my mother on Skype

Hear my sisters through postcards they write

Watch my niece grow through Instagram

Yeah, around the world, my body will roam

But my soul's in New York

My soul's in New York

Light creeps in the hotel from the sun

All the homies left a voicemail from the pub

Thinking of you, we'll pour out a beer

But goddamn, Jon, we wish you were here

See my mother on Skype

Hear my sisters through postcards they write

Watch my niece grow through Instagram

Yeah, around the world, my body will roam

But my soul's in New York

My soul's in New York

See my mother on Skype

Hear my sisters through postcards they write

Watch my niece grow through Instagram

Yeah, around the world, my body will roam

But my soul's in New York