| Boy, It's hard to tell you this | |
| I have to leave it all behind | |
| boy, I can't ignore it | |
| I miss New York with my heart | |
| with my body and my restless mind | |
| The yellow cab that's picking up and passing by | |
| The morning coffee at the corner | |
| A little bit overpriced | |
| The shiny S.U.V. that's cruising through the lights | |
| Enchanting views from excruciating heights | |
| The sound of laughter from the roof deck next to mine | |
| The jeep I drove that always used to get a fine | |
| The tiny restaurant where we all met for brunch | |
| Drinking Bloody Marys all the way to lunch | |
| I am sorry, I never meant to leave you | |
| But every day when I'm away is such a pity | |
| I am sorry, I never meant to hurt you | |
| But I never thought I would fall in love with a city | |
| Central Park when all the leaves are turning brown | |
| The wheel of fortune always spinning 'round and 'round | |
| The ups and downs, the flips around, the New York fashion | |
| Miss Statue of Liberty is full of passion | |
| Remember Jaco crossing Hudson River naked | |
| A New York Minute, it's impossible to fake it | |
| and stuff like this goes on every single day | |
| If not right on your block, just a few away | |
| Living in the middle | |
| of where dreams are coming ture | |
| When love becomes a riddle | |
| there's always something else to do | |
| the beauty and ambitions | |
| People reaching out for more | |
| Minds are always open | |
| so nothing's ever really like before |