Saturday Looks Good To Me - When You Got To New York lyrics

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 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?