I’m looking down, come help me up
And stumbling around trying to fill my cup
It’s half empty, been that way all my life
So come pour some in and take me out tonightThe sun is shining but we stay inside (oh, but we go out at night)
We stay in looking for a better life (oh, but we go out at night)
We put up curtains, block out the light (oh, but we go out at night)
And we stay in bed till we feel all right (oh, but we go out at night)I need meaning, I need a mission, I need a path, I need conviction
I need a life I never had, I need much more good and much less bad
Bring it to me, if only for a weekend, O Big Apple!

















4 Comments
In new york, concrete jungles where dreams are made of, there’s nothing you can’t do.
‘Specially when the subway runs all night long.
Yaaay, I <3 NY
Now I'll come to Boston sometime and stay with Janet/Holly and you shall visit me
Let me know when that happens!