NYC Weather Report ((Live at House of Blues))

Got to get away from here
Got to get away from all these thinkers
Drinking up my thoughts again

Got to get away from here
Got to get away from all these choosers
Losers, all my best of friends

Sit back New York City
You're not cute but you're oh so pretty
When the rain comes you fall up again

Sunny, you are a part of me
Sunny, you are the heart of me

Got to get away from here
Got to get away from all these people
Who need people, you know it really makes me sick

Got to get away from here
Got to get away from expectations
Recreations, just for the sake of it

Sit back New York City
You're not cute but you're oh so pretty
When the rain comes you fall up again

Sunny, you are a part of me
Sunny, you are the heart of me

Sit back New York City
You're not cute but you're oh so pretty
When the rain falls you come up again
Sit back New York City friend

Got to get away from here
Got to get away from what I'm thinking
I'm thinking, it's too much for anyone

Got to get away from here
Got to get away from what you're drinking
You're drinking, so I'll take another one