Lovely New York
In lovely New York,
there's a spring in my step again
Springs in my bed again,
the kids kiss and the hydrant is on.
In lovely New York, there's a call in the air again,
I'll meet you on the fourth again,
I'm stepping out on Spring street alone.
And I'm still high, it's the constant kicks that keeps me stoned.
It's not that I don't love her, I just can't go home.
In lovely New York, there's a scream and it pushes me,
through subways and pharmacies, I've got that and I want ten more.
In lovely New York,
the steam from the ground is real,
a scene from a ferris wheel, I'm going up 44 floors.
And I'm still high,
the constant kicks that keeps me gone.
It's not that I don't love her, I just can't go home.
I just can't go home...
In lovely New York, I'm all hard and hound again,
I kiss the ground again, it kissed me first and got it hurt.
In lovely New York, the lamppost is on again,
I'm hugging it as my best friend, I'm on the limb again,
familiar for mingle in,
the sidewalk is closing in,
it's constantly hammering, constantly hammering,
what's that we believe in in,
'cause I'm still high, it's the constant kicks that keep me stoned.
It's not that I don't love her, I just can't go home...
I just can't go home...
I wanna go home...
Just can't go... home.
there's a spring in my step again
Springs in my bed again,
the kids kiss and the hydrant is on.
In lovely New York, there's a call in the air again,
I'll meet you on the fourth again,
I'm stepping out on Spring street alone.
And I'm still high, it's the constant kicks that keeps me stoned.
It's not that I don't love her, I just can't go home.
In lovely New York, there's a scream and it pushes me,
through subways and pharmacies, I've got that and I want ten more.
In lovely New York,
the steam from the ground is real,
a scene from a ferris wheel, I'm going up 44 floors.
And I'm still high,
the constant kicks that keeps me gone.
It's not that I don't love her, I just can't go home.
I just can't go home...
In lovely New York, I'm all hard and hound again,
I kiss the ground again, it kissed me first and got it hurt.
In lovely New York, the lamppost is on again,
I'm hugging it as my best friend, I'm on the limb again,
familiar for mingle in,
the sidewalk is closing in,
it's constantly hammering, constantly hammering,
what's that we believe in in,
'cause I'm still high, it's the constant kicks that keep me stoned.
It's not that I don't love her, I just can't go home...
I just can't go home...
I wanna go home...
Just can't go... home.
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