New York

What do you say lets pack our bags
New York in the spring is supposed to be so beautiful
Let’s go down to the old bus station and by a pair of tickets
And get out of here

Because nothings changing round here
Except the tires on the cars
And we work and eat and sleep at night
We stumble home from the bars
Talking bout the days of past glory
We were young and bold
I wonder where those days have gone?
Days have gone?

I’m sick and tired of this rainy place
And the fact that everybody knows my middle name
I’m not asking for forever girl
But a little time away would probably do us good


Because nothings changing round here
Except the tires on the cars
And we work and eat and sleep at night
We stumble home from the bars
Talking bout the days of past glory
We were young and bold
I wonder where those days have gone?
Days have gone?

We’ll send a post card home and tell them that we made it fine
And that we’re seeing all those big city lights
I got enough in my bank account to get us there
Won’t last to long but I’m ready to leave
Oh I’m ready to leave tonight

New York