I want to see New York,
It's a place I've always seen,
But only when I close my eyes,
A place where the pain of art comes alive.

The hustle and the bustle of a city street,
Without soulful gravel my shoes start to hurt my feet,
Boredom in the peace of my days,
It's time to uproot my comfort zone.

The timer is out of time on my traveling mind,
The whizz of taxis,
The comfort in being alone,
A place I never saw but an image I'll always know.

One day the chain will be off,
And so will I,
I refuse to lay down until the day that I die,
One day we'll dance New York.

Just you and I.