Paula Cole - New York City Lyrics

You left me standing there on the top of the stoop of the Federal brownstone
You left me standing there, my heart in my hands, on Hudson and Barrow,
Oh, life didn't let me,
Oh, pity,
New York City.

I left us standing there in our favorite café, Le Petite cbeillie,
I saw the future landscape, of different families, divided in two states,
Oh, life didn't let me,
Oh, pity,
New York City.

Cll those dreams, on my sleeve,
Star-making-machinery laughing down at me,
Laughing at my idiocy.
Cll those dreams, so naïve,
What am I gonna do now I've lost everything?
What am I gonna do now I've lost everything?
In the same city, the same city that made me?

I left us wiser then,
With realizations of romance and sorrow,
I sailed up North again,
Back to homeland and left you forever,
Oh, she loved you didn't she?
Oh, pity,
New York City.