N.Y.C. In the Rain

New York City in the rain If there's a lady more lonely I don't know her name They only treat you right on holidays And when you're working late Feels like it'll never change You might as well be Waking up to the smell of smoke At 5 AM, Before the sun comes up Cause everyone is Laying down in the hands of hope We all have our own valley to walk New York City's feeling down All that's left of her is high heels and a slouch Her friends ain't around They treat her like she was a spilled drink at a bar They'll get another round On the other side of town You might as well be Waking up to the smell of smoke At 5 AM, Before the sun comes up Cause everyone is Laying down in the hands of hope We all have our own valley to work And if it's true, what can I do? And if it's true, what can I do? You might as well be Waking up at 5 AM, Before the sun comes up Cause everyone is Laying down at the hands of hope We all have our own valley to walk And if it's true, what can I do? RECOMMENDED VIDEOS