When You Got To New York (LP Version)

When You Got To New York - Saturday

Looks Good To Me

When you

When you got to New York

you were sleeping on floors

But you were sure it was better

And you would get hungry

You didn't have money

but you drank every night

Between the subways and sunshine

There just wasn't the time to write any letters

But it was out of your hands

You hoped your friends would understand

You never felt so high in your life

But now you're out of breath

from your cheap cigarettes

And the wrong side of 7AM

You can't sit still but you eventually will

Cause every night comes to an end

So draw up a list of new things to resist

And the people you kissed last year

Then on the back draw a map

to the ones that are still there

Not one part of your skyscraper heart

Can figure out which is for real

You can't come clean

when you're stuck in between

These ways that you constantly feel

So

So what do you tell yourself?

What do you tell the strangers

that sleep in your room?

What do you tell your friends?

What do you tell the lovers

that left you too soon?

Where did they run off to?

Give me a reason that I can believe in

And I will believe in you

Tell me a reason why I should believe

Cause I want to, I want to

Tell me a story or tell me a secret

It don't have to be nothing new

Just hold on to me while

we walk through the leaves

If you want to, if you want to

Cause I want to know

What do you tell yourself?

What do you tell the darkness

that stays in your room?

What do you see at night

When all of last year's lights are no

longer of interest to you?

What do you hold on to?