(Hoffmann) 

New York City takes me over 

In these nights when I'm alone

Café corners, hung with strangers

Gulping down a bitter soul

Wouldn't mind the peace of going back home

And meeting a knowing smile

Where Sunday tastes of confession booth sins

And Monday comes with new denial



I am pretty good at nothing 

When I think that I'm a star

Flying ego over mountains

Spacious skies of who we are

Wouldn't mind the peace of rewinding the time

Give me blank paper and pen

I'd feel ease in calling you mine

But then I'd know it's just pretend



Gotta find a better space

Where I recognize my face

I begin to cry 

Emotions churning

Gotta find some peace of mind

Somewhere in between these lines

‘Cause I begin to die when my fire's burning

Ocean turning



New York City, I'm uncertain

Think I lost round Chelsea Town

Café corner, I'm a stranger

Hold me close and take me down