New York City Songtext

von Paula Cole

You left me standing there at the top of the stoop of a federal brown stone
You left me standing there with my heart in my hands

Oh, life didn't let me
Oh, pity
New York City

You left us standing there in our favourite café
A petite abbey
I saw the future landscape of different families
Divided in two states

Oh, and life didn't let me
Oh, pity
New York City

All those dreams
On my sleeve
Stomach, laughing at my idiocy
All those dreams
So naive

What am I gonna do now I've lost everything?
What am I gonna do now I've lost everything?
In the same city, in the same city that made me

I left you wiser, then
With realisations of romance and sorrow
I sailed up north again
Back to my homeland and left you forever

Oh, she left you, didn't she?
Oh, pity
New York City