New York is just a feeling I get
when the cold air hits my face, the thought of getting ice cream
as the snow falls around, is just a fairy tale dream
I once lived, the feeling of your fingers on my skin,
we flashed fake diamond rings.
We got drive-thru coffee and marriage
made it official in the parking lot, we talked
about our wedding, trying to warm our cold feet.
We were the American
dream, running through the Catskill’s
hills, in the dead of night, moonlight like a spot light,
the night light of the fire flies, as we dance home,
ready to take flight. We acted like everything was
alright, like we had it all figured
out. Steak and fries.
Dinner and show,
It will be the greatest dream I’ll ever