New York, Yesterday

Francis, my love, it snowed here

In New York yesterday

I walked in Chinatown

Hoping to catch a glimpse of your black hair

But you're in LA or Italy

Not thinking of me

This I know

I tried to forget you

I even found myself another man

But it's you who changed

Everything that I thought about love

And it's you who I compare every man to

Remember the time that we got drunk

And you told me you wanted to give us a chance

But then you followed it with saying you were in love

With a photographer living in California

My jealousy burned like a drop of boiling water

It feels like a wild river rapid

Just churning inside with nowhere to go

Well, maybe our love can only exist a night at a time

And maybe it's too great, too big, and too bright

So we'll take small steps until it's right

Or until it dies

Yeah, we'll take small steps until it's right

Or until it dies

Francis, my love, it snowed here

In New York yesterday