new york

ever since you left new york i have been thinking
everything looks the same without you here with me
newspapers say manhattan might be sinking
under the weight of the emptiness and shame i feel

over you

42nd street is an empty runway
everyday feels like a rainy sunday
i'm gonna get back to living one day in new york

soapbox preachers got nothing to say
about drowning in a sea of yellow and grey
darling please come home and help me find my way in new york

ever since you left new york i have been thinking
i haven't seen the sun or the moon or a star for nearly a year
everyone says that central park is shrinking
the flowers, birds and trees have simply disappeared

over you

times square fizzles in a neon haze
broadway is only showing chekhov plays
i'm feeling caught like a sewer rat in a maze called new york

the upper east side feels tired and lame
and alphabet city only spells your name
darling please come home and help me find my way in new york

end.

new york©2003 by frank caravella

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