She's A New Yorker Paroles

Cos it's all 'bout a girl
Mine is a perfectly predictable world
She's a New Yorker, and me, I'm on my way out of town
She's a New Yorker, and me, I'm spread all around
In my hand there's a sleeping pill,
rolled into a dollar bill
It's got a name, but I cannot recall
In my mind theres an ongoing fight
between wrong and right
and the end isn't happy at all,
so I ask for a drink
cos I think of unthinkable things
Like leaving New York without giving her the ring
She's a New Yorker, to me, it's the weirdest thing
When we're alone we're almost like children
so afraid to let go
when we're apart I count the days by the sickened
then the telephone calls
There's this ad in a magazine
revealing a one-night dream It doesn't look like she's gonna move
She's a New Yorker, and me, I'm spread all around
She's a New Yorker, and me, seems I'm homewhere bound..