On New Years I met a young lady
Who lives  far away in New York City
The place I will live, not yet tho
When it is one day then and until then
Sometimes we call each other
After I am done thinking about all the things
I would rather not write her about
And we talk all day, about the city
Or ourselves, or nothing at all
Its great, sometimes we send pictures
And they make us both smile
Sometimes I suggest things to her
And she has already done them  and that
Is the biggest delay, is that when
I am experiencing half way, shes there
Experiencing the end of the day
Different hours, and its totally fine
Because Im used to living in the past
And she loves living in New York City