New York Comeback
The crowd dies down to a silent hush
And everyone heads for the doors
Everybody wants to beat the rush
There's nothing left to see anymore
They think it's all over but the cryin'
And the story's already been told
The writers have to hit their deadline
But maybe something will unfold
You wouldn't want to miss
You wouldn't want to miss
You wouldn't want to miss my New York comeback
(My New York comeback) my New York comeback
(My New York comeback) my New York comeback
(My New York comeback)
Before they cut the house lights
Before you walk into the night
Before you head out to last call
For that last stiff highball
Let me have the final say
One last chance to do it my way
One last shot, one last swing
One final song to sing
You wouldn't want to miss
You wouldn't want to miss
You wouldn't want to miss my New York comeback
(My New York comeback) my New York comeback
(My New York comeback) my New York comeback
(My New York comeback)
No one's brought the curtain down
Maybe you should stick around
Until the stage goes black
Maybe there's one last twist
Two outs nobody on base
We're down to the last strike
You could hear a pin drop in this place
Hoping for miracle tonight
You wouldn't want to miss
You wouldn't want to miss
You wouldn't want to miss my New York comeback
(My New York comeback) my New York comeback
(My New York comeback) my New York comeback
(My New York comeback)
My New York comeback
And everyone heads for the doors
Everybody wants to beat the rush
There's nothing left to see anymore
They think it's all over but the cryin'
And the story's already been told
The writers have to hit their deadline
But maybe something will unfold
You wouldn't want to miss
You wouldn't want to miss
You wouldn't want to miss my New York comeback
(My New York comeback) my New York comeback
(My New York comeback) my New York comeback
(My New York comeback)
Before they cut the house lights
Before you walk into the night
Before you head out to last call
For that last stiff highball
Let me have the final say
One last chance to do it my way
One last shot, one last swing
One final song to sing
You wouldn't want to miss
You wouldn't want to miss
You wouldn't want to miss my New York comeback
(My New York comeback) my New York comeback
(My New York comeback) my New York comeback
(My New York comeback)
No one's brought the curtain down
Maybe you should stick around
Until the stage goes black
Maybe there's one last twist
Two outs nobody on base
We're down to the last strike
You could hear a pin drop in this place
Hoping for miracle tonight
You wouldn't want to miss
You wouldn't want to miss
You wouldn't want to miss my New York comeback
(My New York comeback) my New York comeback
(My New York comeback) my New York comeback
(My New York comeback)
My New York comeback
Credits
Writer(s): Lucinda Gayl Williams, Tom Overby, Jesse Malin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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