Moving To New York Ringtones

I've just had the craziest week Like a party bag of lies, booze and then deceit And I don't know why I want to voice this out loud It's therapeutic somehow So I'm moving to New York 'cause I've got problems with my sleep And we're not the same and I will wear that on my sleeve So I'm moving to New York 'cause I've got issues with my sleep Looks like Christmas came early, Christmas came early for me I put one foot forward and ended up 30 yards back And am I losing touch or am I just completely off the track And I don't know why I want to voice this out loud It's therapeutic somehow So I'm moving to New York 'cause I've got problems with my sleep And we're not the same and I will wear that on my sleeve So I'm moving to New York 'cause I've got issues with my sleep Looks like Christmas came early, Christmas came early for me So I'm moving to New York 'cause I've got problems with my sleep And we're not the same and I will wear that on my sleeve So I'm moving to New York 'cause I've got issues with my sleep Looks like Christmas came early, Christmas came early for me

Well, I met him in Minnesota He was dark and overcast With long, grey hair and eyes that stared Through me like I was glass I asked "Where are you going to?" He said, "I'm the wind, I'm just blowing through" He lit up a cigarette and began to talk "See, the doctors told me that my body won't hold me My lungs are turning black Been a lucky strike's fool since I was at school And there ain't no turning back They can't tell me how long I've got Maybe months, but maybe not I'm taking this bike and riding to New York 'Cause I wanna see my granddaughter one last time Wanna hold her close And feel her tiny heartbeat next to mine Wanna see my son and the man he's become Tell him I'm sorry for the things I've done And I'd do it if I had to walk I'm taking this bike and riding to New York Through the forests of Wisconsin That I knew as a boy Past the sky line of Chicago 'Round the lakes of Illinois I lay my head in a motel bed Where my back is sore and my eyes turn red Listen to the trucks roll past my door Through the fields of Ohio As the sunshine paints them gold I run just like a river runs, rapid, quick and cold And fly through Pennsylvania and the Jersey turnpike tolls And I won't stop 'till I get to New York 'Cause I wanna see my grandson one last time Wanna see his eyes sparkling and stare back into mine Now my time is shorter I wanna see my daughter Tell her I'm sorry for the things taught her And I'd do it if I had to walk Oh, I'm taking this bike and riding to New York And I'd go up to the churchyard one last time Lay flowers down for the woman Who gave me the best years of my life And I'd do it if I had to walk I'd do it if I had to walk I'm taking this bike and riding to New York

Going back to New York city To do the things I never did I'm heading back to New York city To see the things I never saw Things like the ABC No Rio oh oh I'm gonna search this town both high and low I'm gonna go all the places where New Yorkers go. I'm gonna see Staten Island gonna take the boat I'm gonna search every place till I reach zero Going back to New York city You might be by those Asian trees I'm heading back to New York city Times square and all those Broadway babes And if the devil has a playground yeh yeh You wanna bet New York is the devil's swing Let's shake let's make a deal Of all the bright light cities spread around the globe There ain't a skyline better than New York New York I'm going back to the place I lost my heart I'm going back to the place I lost my heart Spend my time trying to find you Here in New York Going back to New York city To do the things I never did I know I'm gonna find you baby yeh yea I'm gonna search this town both high and low I'm gonna go all the places where New Yorkers go. I'm gonna see Staten Island gonna take the boat I'm gonna search every place till I reach zero I'm going back to New York city Heading back to find you I'm going back to New York city Heading back to find you

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