The sun was high and we walked slow
You liked the heat and I liked the shadow
I was brave, but you didn't know
On your birthday, one New York ago
All the lights, they never slept
All my love around you crept
Our hearts beat and our feet stamped
Through that Sunday in New York that I've kept
We might have had the right idea
But it never got off the ground
We were close, we were there almost
And we watched the sun go down
Over the din of that busy town
Years move on and I don't deny
The choice I made, your reasons why
And this cluttered heart is a tie that binds me
To the broken New York skyline
Yeah, we might have had the right idea
But it never got off the ground
We were so close, we were there almost
And now I can barely hear a sound
The sun is high, and we walk slow
You've gone ahead, and I'm flying solo
What I crave, I will never show
On your birthday, one New York ago
Add Comment