New York City

i love you, and i miss you
and all the things that i want to say to you
are more than i can bear
i want you, i never put anything else above you
and there’s nothing that i wouldn’t do, nothing that i wouldn’t say
to bring you back in to my life again
but new york city is my home and i gotta get goin'
and i know that you’re not up for the ride
new york city is my home, so goodbye
put on your pretty sundress
put sandals on your feet
put your hair up baby, just the way i like it
and i’ll take you out to eat
and i know your mind is set
but i got two more cigarettes
so pass the matches and wipe the tears off of your cheeks
i guess that’s just the way it’s got to be
cause new york city is my home and i gotta get goin'
and i know that you’re not up for the ride
new york city is my home, so goodbye