Tonight we pretend that we never got older / That the romantic in all of us never got colder.

Whether by accident or by design / It’s where I am, so I’m making it mine / I’m in New York now.

A song about a father who misses his daughter terribly.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

The heat comes down / On Brooklyn town / I should take it easy but I’m working like a dog.

I’ve seen the city turn people into animals / I’ve seen those animals run over and left in the street.