New York - CYN

I can’t explain it

This certain feeling

There’s no escaping

Keeps creeping back in

Round every corner

Every star turned over

Maybe I’m meant to be

In New York

There’s someone out there

Inside the mirror

Her plan is grand and

Her mind is clearer

Behind the curtain

Living a life I want to

Maybe I’m meant to be

In New York

New York

New York

Oh, where the future’s bright

The grass looks so much greener under neon lights

Oh, where the seasons change

And everyone goes west to breathe the cold

The ground beneath me

Is always shaking

The roads have cracked and

The sidewalk’s breaking

And should the big one

Send the boundaries falling

I’d feel much safer out

In New York

Oh, out there I’ll find myself

See how all my things look on a different shelf

Oh, I will have my own place

And someone down the hall who also calls it home

I can’t explain it

This yearning feeling

I didn’t choose it

It didn’t choose me

Round every corner

Every storm turned over

Is telling me to go

To New York

Maybe I’ll find myself

In New York

Maybe I’m meant to be

In New York