New York, New York (Live At Carnegie Hall / 11/15/2014)

Well, I shuffled through the city on the 4th of July
I had a firecracker waiting to blow
Breakin' like a rocket 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
I've been broken up and busted up since

But love won't play any games with me
Anymore like she did before
The world won't wait, so I better shake
That thing right out the door
I'll always love you, New York

Well, I 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

And every day the children they were singing their tunes
Out on the streets, and you could hear from inside
I 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
Yeah, but honey, I don't blame you
I'll always love you though, New York
I'll always love you, New York

I remember Christmas in the blistering cold
In a church on the Upper West Side
Babe, I stood there singing, I was holding your arm
You were holding my trust like a child

I 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 I had to go

And love won't play any games with me
Anymore like they did before
So we better shake our old thing right 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
I'll always love you though, New York
New York, New York

(Um, I, I wrote most of these songs)
(Wh, wh, when I lived here in the city)
(And uh, um, I, uh)
(No, no, that was amazing)
(Those were like the 3 people who aren't from here)
(That didn't have to suffer me when I lived here)
(I'll find you wherever you are)

(Anyway, the story of this song is)
(I don't remember writing it)
(And it's my favorite song)
(I, I simply do not)
(I just remember I was super, super fucked up)
(And, I was having the best time)
(And I remember going like)
("God, I could just write the best song right now.")
(And like, "That wall looks totally invisible.")
(And, sh, shit, shit like that)
(And, or like)
("What are shoes?")
(You know, the stuff that you think)

(Ha, I like woke up the next day)
(And, and, my fucking seri... like)
(My lazy serial killer handwriting)
(It was written out on some like pizza box)
(Or something some cliche' thing)
(It was, there it was)
(Scrawled out like a cry for help)
(Yeah, it's a cry for help)