I miss the streets that never sleep
The pulse
The push
The subway beep
Concrete veins
They run so deep
Tell them I wanna come back in New York City
I miss the vine
I miss the spree
I wanna be the Broadway shows MVP
New York City
You belong to me
Yellow cabs like lightning bolts
Bagels
Chaos
Dreams they jolt
Skyline whispers
Secrets it holds
I left my heart on the Brooklyn Bridge
Now I’m stuck in a hometown fridge
Tell them I wanna come back in New York City
I miss the vine
I miss the spree
I wanna be the Broadway shows MVP
New York City
You belong to me
Fire escapes
They climb like dreams
Neon lights and smoky schemes
In every crack
A story screams
