Wouldn’t it be easier if I could just turn my heart off? I can see the distance, unimagined. There it goes, bad decisions, poor judgment & the end is near. The light at the end of this summer tunnel is California. Its the west coast, dreams come true, sunshine, smiles and loneliness.
New York I loved you, cruel and just. Strange, hard, through sun and wind. Puddles and crime. Tell me how to turn this heart off because I’m falling for you, New York.