Busy morning New York dreams
She knocks the door of the Empire again
Leather jacket, long hair flows
Sunglasses hide what the heart still knows
Cheap coffee, bagles, cozy night
Empty buildings, city light
The cold wind's voice, soft advice
In my dream this winter is mine
Early morning New York street
He looks up at the Empire height
Sweaty shirt, long beard flows
His baseball cap hides the fire he burnt
Cheap beer, TV, lonely night
Empty kitchen, city dark
The cold pizza arrived, sweet memory
In my dream this winter is mine
Busy morning New York dreams
She knocks the door of the Empire again
Leather jacket, long hair flows
Sunglasses hide what the heart still knows
Cheap coffee, bagles, cozy night
Empty buildings, city light
The cold wind's voice, soft advice
In my dream this winter is mine
Early morning New York street
He looks up at the Empire height
Sweaty shirt, long beard flows
His baseball cap hides the fire he burnt
Cheap beer, TV, lonely night
Empty kitchen, city dark
The cold pizza arrived, sweet memory
In my dream this winter is mine