I'll see you in the city
If the weather ever starts to change
You'll believe me when you see my face
There's a dinner rush on 8th Street
In a blue-cornered square
When it comes time, you'll know the place
I remember all the White Plains
And the river in the upper deck
There was a place that I called my home
But I never took the train ride
For the chance to hold my breath
I found a city of my own
Did downtown let you go?
Did downtown let you go?
From the West comes a letter
Or a theory or a thought
"Did you ever make your way downtown?"
Did you feel the highs or drown in the lows?
Did you bustle on the brink of the city lights or the island sound?
Did downtown let you go?
Did downtown let you go?
Did downtown let you go?
Did downtown let you go?