THE NEW YORK DAILY BLUES
Eight in the morning and the bridges of New York are taking flame
Five in the evening and they're glowing again
While every window facing west
In this city
I
love
best
Burns, burns, burns
in
the changing light.
"The West is mine, the West is mine" cries the dying sun
"The East is mine, the East is mine" cries the infant moon
While every window facing west
In this city
I
love best
Burns, burns, bums in the dying light.
You are the city where
I
knew you, you are the city
You are the streets where we walked
But only the shadows of five in the evening now climb the stairs to
your room
And the windows of the house you lived in laugh with tongues of
curtain at the wind
And the rooftops of the house you lived in weep whenever it rains.
You are the house you lived in and the city where we met.
It wasn't night
It
wasn't day
It was a fog that
fell
from heaven and the world was all grey
I had the New York daily blues
When the sun died as a child
Had those New York daily blues
And my thoughts were all wild.
