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

Coma comma drama come on Draw it scratch it say it Say it make it to the bottom Ladder climb it drop an Apple off the top it stop it I don't want to eat it Need it know it force it Feed it leave it be it Just keep it in its box What easy used to be What love used to be What drugs used to be What TV used to be What music used to be What luck used to be What art used to be What you used to be Coma comma drama come on Drawl your skin your Mile longer love song Sure it tells the future Fingers crushed and Run em' under water shark Infested sea of secrets In the open fire beat it Broke it don't believe it Just keep it in its box What easy used to be What fun used to be What dreaming used to be What fame used to be What the city used to be What fast used to be What low used to be What New York used to be What New York used to be What New York used to be What New York used to be What New York used to be

This is the finish, my friend, this is the end It's a revolution, it's a civilian revenge There's no need to move or adjust your television Whenever an era dies, another era begins These American fights, these American wars These American stripes, these American stars But these American cages have American bars We hunger for truth, so we headed for y'all Towers are crumbling, bridges are falling Limits are fading, the normal is boring Looking at time move progressively forward Look at the days just, just vanish before me You wanted a Benz but you couldn't afford it Now you would kill to put your foot in a Taurus It's different from the madness, and never look backwards But this is a crisis, prepare for disaster Start spreading the news (start, start, start, start spreading the news) I'm leaving today (and I'm gone, and I'm gone, and I'm gone just like that) I want to be a part of it (be, be, be, be, yeah) New York, New York New York Breaker breaker 9, breaker breaker 1-9 Could you please get a operator on the phone line? This is not a riot, it's way much more than that These people are dying, we are under attack Wait, let me call you back, let me get my strap 'Cause we ain't taking shit, so therefore we're fightin' back We ain't waitin' on the line for a 9-1-1-9-9, whatever man I ain't got time for all this nonsense, enemy responses Ain't a dial tone in a home on the continent Got me in these bandages, this jungle is up under me Man I swear they sleeping, they unconscious, or they slumberin' So we break the peace to get a piece of what we want to get Act like we new to this, like we gon' rummage it Let them know we run this shit And let them know this how you feel the way your country is Now look how beautiful destruction is (pah) Start spreading the news (start spreading the news) I'm leaving today (I'm leaving, I'm leaving, yeah) I want to be a part of it (be a part of New York) New York, New York (New York) New York

Start spreading the news I'm leaving today I want to be a part of it New York, New York These vagabond shoes are longing to stray And step a round of heart of it New York, New York I want to wake up in that city, that doesn't sleep To find I'm king of the hill Top of the heap My little town blues Are melting away I'll make a brand new start of it In old New York If I can make it there I'll make it anywhere It's up to you New York, New York New York, New York I wanna wake up, in the city that doesn't sleep To find I'm king of the hill Head of the list Cream of the crop at the top of the heap My little town blues are melting away I'll make a brand new start of it In old New York If I can make it there I'd make it anywhere Come on, come through New York, New York

Well, I shuffled through the city on the 4th of July I had a firecracker waiting to blow Breakin' like a robber who was makin' his way To the cities of Mexico Lived in an apartment out on Avenue A I had a tar-hut on the corner of 10th Had myself a lover who was finer than gold But I've been broken up and busted up since And love don't play any games with me Anymore like she did before The world won't wait, so I better shake That thing right out there through the door Hell, I still love you, New York Found myself a picture that would fit in the folds Of my wallet and it stayed pretty good Still amazed I didn't lose it on the roof of the place When I was drunk and I was thinking of you Every day the children they were singing their tune Out on the streets and you could hear from inside Used to take the subway up to Houston and 3rd I would wait for you and I'd try to hide And love won't play any games with you Anymore if you don't want 'em to The world won't wait and I watched you shake But honey, I don't blame you Hell, I still love you, New York Hell, I still love you, New York New York I remember Christmas in the blistering cold In a church on the upper west side Babe, I stood their singing, I was holding your arm You were holding my trust like a child Found a lot of trouble out on Avenue B But I tried to keep the overhead low Farewell to the city and the love of my life At least we left before we had to go And love won't play any games with you Anymore if you want 'em to So we better shake this old thing out the door I'll always be thinkin' of you I'll always love you though New York I'll always love you though New York, New York, New York

Start spreading the news I'm leaving today I wanna be a part of it New York, New York These vagabond shoes Are longing to stray And step around the heart of it New York, New York I wanna wake up in the city That doesn't sleep To find I'm king of the hill Top of the heap My little town blues Are melting away I'll make a brand new start of it In old New York If I can make it there I'll make it anywhere It's up to you New York, New York

Start spreading the news I'm leaving today I want to be a part of it New York, New York These vagabond shoes They are longing to stray Right through the very heart of it New York, New York I want to wake up in a city That never sleeps And find I'm king of the hill Top of the heap These small town blues They are melting away I'll make a brand new start of it In old New York If I can make it there I'll make it anywhere It's up to you New York, New York New York, New York I want to wake up in a city That doesn't sleep And find that I'm number one Top of the list Head of the heap King of the hill These little town blues They've all melted away I'm gonna make a brand new start of it In old New York And If I can make it there I'll make it practically anywhere It's up to you New York, New York New York

Oh, hey, What a moment You have brought me to? Such a freedom I have found in You You're the healer Who makes all things new Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm not going back I'm moving ahead Here to declare to You My past is over in You All things are made new Surrendered my life to Christ I'm moving, moving forward, oh You have risen With all power in Your hands You have given me A second chance Hallelujah, hallelujah Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, oh I'm not going back I'm moving ahead Here to declare to You My past is over in You All things are made new Surrendered my life to Christ I'm moving Not going back, moving ahead Here to declare to You My past is over in You All things are made new Surrendered my life to Christ I'm moving, moving forward Said I'm moving forward, oh yeah Singing You make all things new Yes, You make all things new and I will follow You forward, oh You make all things new You make all things new and I will follow You forward You make all things new Yes, You make all things new and I will follow You forward You make all things new Yes, You make all things new and I will follow You forward I have decided oh I will follow You forward, yeah, oh, oh

New, new, new New, new, new New New York skyline Wounds may heal in time Don't crumble don't dismay It's a new New York today I look across these city streets My heart is numb, it still beats Nothing to say There's nothing to say I look across this empty room My heart is still in gloom There's nothing to say I only can pray New, new, new New, new, new New New York Skyline Wounds may heal in time Don't crumble don't dismay It's a new New York today I look across these city streets My heart is cold, it beats Thirtieth of May Ground Zero today New, new, new New, new, new I get on my knees and pray For the heroes of the day No more comfort I can find For the loved ones left behind They won't tear us apart! They won't tear us apart! They won't tear us apart! They won't tear us apart! No way! New day!, new day!

In New York freedom looks like Too many choices In New York I found a friend To drown out the other voices Voices on a cell phone Voices from home Voices of the hard sell Voices down a stairwell In New York Just got a place in New York In New York summers get hot Well into the hundreds You can't walk around the block Without a change of clothing Hot as a hair dryer in your face Hot as a handbag and a can of mace New York I just got a place in New York New York, New York In New York you can forget Forget how to sit still Tell yourself you will stay in But it's down to Alphaville New York New York, New York New York, New York New York The Irish been coming here for years Feel like they own the place They got the airport, city hall Asphalt, asphalt They even got the police Irish, Italians, Jews and Hispanics Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew Happily not like me and you That's where I lost you New York New York, New York New York New York, New York New York New York In New York I lost it all To you and your vices Still I'm staying on to figure out Midlife crisis I hit an iceberg in my life You know I'm still afloat You lose your balance, lose your wife In the queue for the lifeboat You got to put the women and children first But you've got an unquenchable thirst for New York New York New York New York, New York In the stillness of the evening When the sun has had its day I heard your voice whispering Come away now New, New York New New York Oh New York

Well I was born in New York on the corner at 84 Wooster street, That's why I got that South of Houston beat banging on my acoustic strings. I'm talking SoHo Manhattan blues, cigarette butts and tattoos, Broken bottles and bad news, And all the things your mama told you never never to do Never never to do, This is the land of the hustle I am the man with the muscle And the strength to proceed while the competition sleeps. Cause everybody moving to the city getting famous getting rich and getting pretty But it ain't where I'm goin no it's where I am a Cali kid with Manhattan blood. Cause I was born in New York on the corner at 84 Wooster street, That's why I got that South of Houston beat banging on my acoustic strings. I am the son of an Artist and a dreamer trying their hardest to believe in a marriage You know I was rocking in the carriage cause I got heroes for parents. They made me and my sisters the same, it ain't the game it's the way you play, Live is more exciting if you don't do everything the right way So forget forever cause I cant wait that long It's Saturday night and I might not make it home, I am young and dumb, and that's what makes me strong So pass that bottle till the pain be gone. Cause I was born in New York on the corner at 84 Wooster street, That's why I got that South of Houston beat banging on my acoustic strings. Cause I was born in New York on the corner at 84 Wooster street, That's why I got that South of Houston beat banging on my acoustic strings.

In lovely New York, There's a spring in my step again Springs in my bed again, The kids kiss and the hydrant is on. In lovely New York, there's a call in the air again, I'll meet you on the fourth again, I'm stepping out on Spring street alone. And I'm still high, it's the constant kicks that keeps me stoned. It's not that I don't love her, I just can't go home. In lovely New York, there's a scream and it pushes me, Through subways and pharmacies, I've got that and I want ten more. In lovely New York, The steam from the ground is real, A scene from a ferris wheel, I'm going up 44 floors. And I'm still high, The constant kicks that keeps me gone. It's not that I don't love her, I just can't go home. I just can't go home... In lovely New York, I'm all hard and hound again, I kiss the ground again, it kissed me first and got it hurt. In lovely New York, the lamppost is on again, I'm hugging it as my best friend, I'm on the limb again, Familiar for mingle in, The sidewalk is closing in, It's constantly hammering, constantly hammering, What's that we believe in in, 'Cause I'm still high, it's the constant kicks that keep me stoned. It's not that I don't love her, I just can't go home... I just can't go home... I wanna go home... Just can't go... home.

New York isn't New York without you, love So far in a few blocks, to be so low And if I call you from First Avenue Well, you're the only motherfucker in the city who can handle me New love wasn't true love, back to you, love So much for a home run with some blue bloods If I last-strawed you on 8th Avenue Where you're the only motherfucker in the city who can stand me I have lost a hero, I have lost a friend But for you, darling, I'd do it all again I have lost a hero, I have lost a friend But for you, darling, I'd do it all again New York isn't New York without you, love Too few of our old crew left on Astor So if I trade our 'hood for some Hollywood Where you're the only motherfucker in the city who would- Only motherfucker in the city who would- Only motherfucker in the city who'd forgive me I have lost a hero, I have lost a friend But for you, darling, I'd do it all again I have lost a hero, I have lost a friend But for you, darling, I'd do it all again

Ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy I'm high on drugs in a S580, I'm still worried 'bout my– Okay, okay, ayy Ayy, don't respond to no calls Don't have withdrawals I buy all the lean I can get Ain't given' my all to a hoe with flaws I can't pop Xans', I'll forget I spent it all, well a nigga want a pint I gotta make that shit right back Not one hoe say that's cap Niggas posted all that money to they name on an app Ain't nothin' I want out of Saks I'm really just high and I came with a brat Too fast for losin' the grip I'm doggin' the hawk but I'm scared of the cat Fuck Tris, I'ma put it on a hat Shit we did, we was broke, I'll never go back Can't love too hard from afar But the shit still there, you just gotta know that Man, whatever, ayy Ayy, my mama been callin' I love you, I'm lookin' for mud I'm scorin' lean in a scrimmage He sip for a image I never would give him a song I'm on my way out the world Can't turn to a villain 'Cause I'm the one showin' the love I ain't really mean it, I guess it's up I got demons and few I trust Goin' top speed in a big wide truck Jokes on me, R.I.P. my cup Ayy, no bap, ayy Ayy, ayy I'm high on drugs in a S580 I'm still worried 'bout my–, hm Ayy, ayy I'm high on drugs in a S580 I'm still worried 'bout my– Don't respond to no calls Don't have withdrawals I buy all the lean I can get Ain't given' my all to a hoe with flaws I can't pop Xans', I'll forget I spent it all Well a nigga want a pint I gotta make that shit right back Hm, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy

I've got to wear a different perfume (You keep on talking to yourself) I see no need to pretend (He's just telling the truth) I won't avoid no confrontation (You keep on talking to yourself) Now it is time to break the spell (Please just leave me alone) 'Cause I'm runnin' out of self control Step right onto that stage and tell 'em my name Well if I try to live it up so much Why do you treat me this way? (You keep on talking to yourself) I do I do (You keep on talking to yourself) Put on a smile for this occasion (You keep on talking to yourself) I don't know what I'm waiting for (He's just telling the truth) Let thеm know you have a problem (You keep on talking to yourself) Should I bе taken for a fool? (Please just leave me alone) 'Cause I'm runnin' out of self control Step right onto that stage and tell 'em my name Well if you try to live it up so much Why do you treat me this way? Why do you care, do you bother? (You keep on talking to yourself) Do you need some kind of proof? (He's just telling the truth) If you've got no one else to talk to (You keep on talking to yourself) I know I need another groove (Please just leave me alone) 'Cause I'm running out of self control Step right onto that stage and tell 'em my name Well if I try to live it up so much Why do you treat me this way? Not afraid to do it Not afraid to say it It doesn't matter Step right onto that stage and tell 'em my name (You keep on talking to yourself) All I gotta say (You keep on talking to yourself) Need someone to talk to (You keep on talking to yourself) Can I talk to you? (You keep on talking to yourself) Hello? (You keep on talking to yourself)

You've been in my dreams Right there in the seams In the nooks, in the fabric And where the day leaves There's so much I'd like To share with you Share my arms Share my time Share almost anything that's mine Except my fear of losing you Ooh We could fly to New York I could show you that place Cut shapes from the winter's Most delicate lace Lay down into Among crystals of snow But this is real life Don't you know? We could fly to New York I could show you that place Cut shapes from the winter's Most delicate lace Lay down into Among crystals of snow But this is real life Don't you know? You're part of me now Known me somehow Since birth Since I fell down Since you gave me my crown It's too much to bear Too much love there Full of wonder I will be free again, see almost all of me But not my fear of losing you, oh We could fly to New York I could show you that place Cut shapes from the winter's Most delicate lace Lay down into Among crystals of snow But this is real life Don't you know? We could fly to New York I could show you that place Cut shapes from the winter's Most delicate lace Lay down into Among crystals of snow But this is real life Don't you know?

So you know this, huh? Start spreading the news I am leaving today I want to be a part of it New York, New York These vagabond shoes They are longing to stray Right through the very heart of it New York, New York I want to wake up in a city that doesn't sleep And find I'm King of the Hill Top of the heap My smalltown blues They have drifted away I'm gonna make a brand new start of it In old New York If I can make it there I'll make it anywhere It's up to you New York, New York In New York, New York I want to wake up in a city that doesn't sleep And find that I'm number one Top of the list Head of the heap King of the hill What a pain I got, right here Those are little town blues They have all melted away I am about to make a brand new start of it In old New York And you better believe it, baby If I can't make it there, you know I'll make it anywhere It's up to you New York, New York