Which Way to New York

Name your price, name your violin
'Cause each and every string sings
Hold your tongue, hold your temper in
'Cause each and every sin shows up on your skin
When I hear those words in a familiar voice,
I’ll respond when I’ve learned how to talk
But you keep persevering and pushing my chest,
asking, «Which way to New York?»
It’s too late, London’s out of view
I guess I’m stuck with you for two more weeks
When I hear those words in a familiar voice,
I’ll respond when I’ve learned how to talk
But you keep persevering and pushing my chest,
asking, «Which way to New York?»
And I can tell from the look on your face
That you’re going to leave me at a much quicker pace
And I know why.
When I hear those words in a familiar voice,
I’ll respond when I’ve learned how to talk
But you keep persevering and pushing my chest,
asking, «Which way to New York?»
«Which way to New York?»
Which way to the light you can’t escape
Which way to New York?