New York

I don’t believe the things I say

About us when I’m drunk

And distance leaves a bitter taste

When you’re gone

When you’re gone

In New York, in New York

In New York, in New York

I walk the line of great unknowns

But I never question those

and I go back to where we last met

and tell you so

Tell you so…

In New York, in New York

In New York, in New York

In New York, in New York

In New York

In New York