I take off with the aeroplane
Thinking 'bout yesterday
If it's already part of the past
I rethink the promises made,
Things I didn't say
The stages we pass..
’Cause it's all 'bout a girl
Mine is a perfectly predictable world
She's a New Yorker, and me, I'm on my way out of town
She's a New Yorker, and me, I'm spread all around
In my hand there's a sleeping pill,
Rolled into a dollar bill
It's got a name, but I cannot recall
In my mind there’s an ongoing fight
Between wrong and right
And the end isn't happy at all,
So I ask for a drink
’Cause I think of unthinkable things
Like leaving New York without giving her the ring
She's a New Yorker, to me, it's the weirdest thing
When we're alone we're almost like children
So afraid to let go
When we're apart I count the days by the seconds
Then the telephone calls
There's this ad in a magazine
Revealing a one-night dream
It's shines like the sun (Shines like the sun)
And I cannot stare at this girl
’Cause her clothes are not on
That's except for her shoes
It doesn't look like she's gonna move
She's a New Yorker, and me, I'm spread all around
She's a New Yorker, and me, seems I'm homewhere bound..
