New York - Caitlin Rose

New York City, I met a man

Told me that his name was Dan

Said I don’t know who I am

Just who I wanna be

Told me that he didn’t care

Ran his fingers through my hair

Tossed a coin up in the air

Said, «Tails, come home with me»

Heads went down so I went

To the apartment of a friend

Where I didn’t have to pay no rent

Or be good company

New York’s a good time to let go

New York’s a good time to let go

They’re too fast and you’re too slow

And New York’s a good time to let go

Johnny of Brooklyn, born and bred

To put ideas into my head

Can’t remember what he said

But I know it wasn’t true

Asked him if he had a light

Asked me, «Honey where are you sleepin' tonight?»

I said 'one thing I know, Johnny

Is I’m not going home with you'

So I got lost on the lower east side

'Cause I pissed off my tour guide

I was lucky to be alive

Underneath these city lights

And New York’s a good time to let go

New York’s a good time to let go

'Cause they’re much too fast and you’re too slow

And New York’s a good time to let go

There’s acid rain that stained my jeans

Made them go from blue to green

Made me look just like

Some kind of acid-washed-up movie queen

Bleached my hair, stained my face

Made me drink just for the taste

And to burn out the monster

This town has brought out in me

So Tennessee, when I get home

You just better leave me alone

Don’t try to claim me as your own

I’m not the girl I used to be

And New York’s a good time to let go

New York’s a good time to let go

'Cause they’re much too fast and you’re too slow

And New York’s a good time to let go

And New York’s a good time to let go

And New York’s a good time to let go