New York

There was a time
The simple things in life we'd known
Were the only truth
Sometimes life can bring you sorrow
Sometimes life can be so good

There was a time
The simple dreams we'd share
While counting trains go by
They were born on a red brick rooftop
In this town I once called home

Never been the same
Since I've moved out here
Things seem a little out of place
I'm still trying to find my feet here
In this city that never sleeps

Been three years
Somehow life still feels
So dull and a little strange
Thinking of going home this winter
And taking my time to right those wrongs

Sitting by this tower, soaring bright
You'll find me on that page
With the same old scenes of New York

Spending all my time
Just feeling bound
By a crowd that seems so blind
And the glowing streaks of sunlight on my face

I've been living this dream for awhile
It doesn't matter
I've been growing a little tired
Of the pretty lights of New York

Been living this dream for awhile
It doesn't matter
Man, I'm growing a little tired
Of the pretty lights of New York, New York
Of the pretty lights of New York
Of the pretty lights of New York, New York