New York City

New York City gripped me, like a big old machine
I went into one side and landed in a dream
It stirred me up and made me shout
And sometimes I forgot about
The way the wind blows in and out
The cottonwood trees

And oh, it's easy to lose your mind
I might've lost mine
If I hadn't found you

The avenues, the boulevards
Businesses and school yards
Shopping malls and motorcars
All in one scene

The lowest lows, and the highest highs
The meanest noise and the lullabies
The poison and the compromise
The unspoken scream

And oh, it's so hard to find your place
And I never found mine
If I hadn't seen your face

And you can be my Buster Keaton, I'll be Blossom Dearie
We can see the world so clearly
You'll colour the grey away
I will sing you songs all day
The decay will just turn to blue moons
As we look at the good old-fashioned moon

Well, New York City split me like a log in a mill
Half of me happy, the other half ill
But I feel myself a-warming to the old neon chill
I still feel a longing, but its chased by a thrill

And oh, its so hard to find your place
I'd never found mine
If I hadn't seen your face

And you can be my Buster Keaton, I'll be Blossom Dearie
We can see the world so clearly
You'll colour the grey away
And I will sing you songs all day
The decay will just turn to blue moons
We look at the good old-fashioned moon



Credits
Writer(s): Adrianne Elizabeth Lenker
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