70's NYC
I miss our last vacation,
never to be forgotten,
it's not just my imagination.
in the big city with my girls,
who cares about the discrimination?
Heavy bags loaded into the yellow taxi,
forget about the train station.
Hustling and bustling,
why is the city still awake?
sirens and loud voices,
do they ever take a break?
now i'm out in the big city,
falling in love for its sake.
now i'm out in the big city,
they never take a break.
Leaning in for pictures,
making silly face,
it's a message from the city,
"there will be different phases".
Shopping bags and heavy gazes,
this city really amazes.
