She's drunk enough when she is sober

She don't need no alcohol

Don't need no artificial means

No amphetamines to cause her to fall



She's like the rain in the middle of sunlight

Leaves you confused but still reborn

I've been all night havin' a ball

Staring at the view of my brick wall, in slow New York



I heard that creaking in the hallway

I wiped my eyes and turned on the light

I took some medicine from the shelf

Just a bad influence on myself, when you're outta sight



I thought she asked me for the world once

All she wanted was some comfort, and nothing more

But like the mornin's on Monday

These things are colored gray, in slow New York



And if you come back to me now

We'll go by the Sunday times

A little salt, a couple limes, To beat the heat

You're gonna swear I make the better

Than the Mexicans on Remmington Street



I took the latch off of the front gate

I hid the key up over the door

If you wanna come home like you once said

I'm still on the same side of the bed, in slow New York



If you wanna come home like you once said

I'm still on the same side of the bed

In slow New York, 

In slow New York