New York City gripped me like a big old machine I went into one side and landed in a dream It stirred me up, and made me shout And sometimes I forgot about The way the wind blows in and out of cottonwood trees And oh, its easy to lose your mind I might've lost mine if I hadnt found you The avenues, the boulevards, the businesses and schoolyards Shopping malls and motorcars, all in one scene The lowest lows and the highest highs The meanest noise and the lullabies The poison and the compromise The unspoken scream And oh, its so hard to find your place And I'd never have found mine if I hadn't seen your face And you can be my Buster Keaton, I'll be Blossom Dearie We can see the world so clearly You'll cover the gray away 'n I will sing you songs all day The decay will just turn to bloom as we look at the good old-fashioned moon Well, New York City split me like a log in a mill Half of me happy, the other half I'll But I feel myself a-warming to the old neon chill I still feel a longing, but its chased by a thrill And oh, it's so hard to find your place I'd never have found mine, if I hadn't seen your face And you can be my Buster Keaton, ill be Blossom Dearie We can see the world so clearly You'll cover the gray away 'n I will sing you songs all day The decay will just turn to bloom as we look at the good old-fashioned moonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
