New York in Spring

From the window
Sound of strings
Up streets, an echo
Love birds in a fling
Who knows what lies beyond that door down to the street
Or what the daymen have in store
Oh the possibilities
It’s New York in Spring
There’s easy music
Birds in the trees
The blossoms blooming
Careless and free
And when the evening comes
The shadows are cool as stone
There are a million ways to make a secret city all your own
And what will it bring
New York in Spring
I had a lover once who said she couldn’t follow me here
All the people much too rude
And the cost of living’s much much too dear
Maybe she was hiding something she didn’t really wanna hide
But how could you not ever have lived here and said you’d truly been alive
New York in Spring
La dee dee dah
Work through the park
Babies running around
When it gets dark
You head downtown
Maybe sit out at a quiet cafe
With the starlight to read
Or in your own place, windows open wide
So you can feel the gentle breeze of New York in Spring
I had a friend once who said that he was going away
In a boat, South of France
Or a bay down Mexico way
Maybe he was shouting something he didn’t know how to grieve
I know it gets hot, but honestly people, would you ever wanna leave
New York in Spring
Come the summer
You pack and leave
Come to the winter
Hole up and freeze
If there’s a place like this elsewhere
I don’t wanna know
From Inwood Park to Washington Square
You know this city is my home
And it’s in Spring
New York in Spring
La dee dee dah