My lover's gone. His boots no longer by my door. He left at dawn. And as I slept I felt him go. Returns no more. I will not watch the ocean. . My lover's gone.
New York, New York temperature's droppin'. The band's out shoppin' not stoppin' till ears pop. Cops protect shops, lotsa yellow cabs and bell hops. An' it never stops.
You know that I'm foolish, playing king for a day. I hang with my people whenever I can. You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue like a fly on a string.
This is my church. This is where I heal my hurts. . It's a natural grace. Of watching young life shape. It's in minor keys. Solutions and remedies. Enemies becoming friends.