New York the Springtime
The smell of the morning
My heart on my sleeve
My heart on my sleeve
Been dancing through raindrops
Avoiding the questions
The smile on your face
The smile on your face
As I turn to the sun
I'll be leaving my love in New York
When the morning comes
I'll be leaving my love in New York
Ive been coming up roses
Ive been reading your thoughts
Your thoughts in my mind
Your thoughts on my mind
Ive been trying to give you up
ButI don't want to let myself
I let myself down
I let myself down
As I turn to the sun
I'll be leaving my love in New York
When the morning comes
I'll be leaving my love in New York
Its 4 in the morning, my dress in the hallway