On a stool in a bar on Carmine street,
You leaned in real close and whispered to me,
You said, “I can’t do it no more,
I got a life back at home, where it’s quiet and warm
And you think this damn city is Woody Allen movie,
Queens is endearing and Bleecker Streets’ groovy,
And the trains run on time ‘cause Bloomberg says so,
And the waterfront's so pretty, I know, I know

Back home there’s a guy, he’s a regular guy,
But he makes my heart jump when he catches my eye,
And for all the lights that make my eyes go wide,
Without seeing stars at night start to I feel so blind,
You treat me so good and I know you mean well,
But you bleed New York blues and you can’t even tell,
And you and I and like the wind and the tide,
We move together but we’ll never see eye to eye

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There were frosty shadows in the streetlight’s glow,
And girls in scarves pacing through the snow,
And from the sidewalk grate jazz came from below,
In the West 4th station where the bebop cats roam,
And in the park among drunks and German tourists,
There was a libertarian trying to pick up a Marxist,
And in the deli across the street from where we first kissed,
I got some shitty coffee and I reminisced,

Walked the highline from start to finish,
You didn’t know if that was the real New York experience,
But it was late at night and those tracks were all ours,
And we found nirvana above meatpacker bars,
And I grabbed your hand and you looked surprised,
I said, “If I could, I’d stay here until sunrise,
Watch the first of morrow’s light seep through the river,
I owe it to God for the girl he delivered.”

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In that diner on 3rd with the jukebox you liked,
Where you thought they shot Seinfeld for the first 4 times,
Your eyes were so vacant when you looked up at me,
And when you did, I wished you’d never stopped stirring your tea,
Trying my best to hide the tremble in my lip,
I asked you what’s wrong and you took a sip,
My stomach churning for your voice’s sweet remedy,
You took a breath, smiled and said, “Hey, this one’s on me.”

I stumbled home that night singing 'My Girl',
Loud and out of tune, I was telling the world,
And I serenaded some stray cat by a laundromat,
I was love-drunk and vile but my dreams intact,
And as different as we are I can feel it in my bones,
Our roots will curl together as this new love grows,
And all the little things that we don’t see eye to eye,
Will fade like passing planes into the night sky
Because girl, you and I are like the wind and the tide

I spent so long in a rose tinted glass jar,
Until you gave me a call and said, “Hey, let’s go to the bar”