NYC in the Rain

New York City in the rain
If there’s a lady more lonely
I don’t know her name
They only treat you right on holidays
And when you’re working late
Feels like it’ll never change
You might as well be
Waking up to the smell of smoke
At 5 AM, Before the sun comes up
Cause everyone is
Laying down in the hands of hope
We all have our own valley to walk
New York City’s feeling down
All that’s left of her is high heels and a slouch
Her friends ain’t around
They treat her like she was a spilled drink at a bar
They’ll get another round
On the other side of town
You might as well be
Waking up to the smell of smoke
At 5 AM, Before the sun comes up
Cause everyone is
Laying down in the hands of hope
We all have our own valley to work
And if it’s true, what can I do?
And if it’s true, what can I do?
You might as well be
Waking up at 5 AM, Before the sun comes up
Cause everyone is
Laying down at the hands of hope
We all have our own valley to walk
And if it’s true, what can I do?