I miss the streets that never sleep

The pulse

The push

The subway beep

Concrete veins

They run so deep

Tell them I wanna come back in New York City

I miss the vine

I miss the spree

I wanna be the Broadway shows MVP

New York City

You belong to me

Yellow cabs like lightning bolts

Bagels

Chaos

Dreams they jolt

Skyline whispers

Secrets it holds

I left my heart on the Brooklyn Bridge

Now I’m stuck in a hometown fridge

Tell them I wanna come back in New York City

I miss the vine

I miss the spree

I wanna be the Broadway shows MVP

New York City

You belong to me

Fire escapes

They climb like dreams

Neon lights and smoky schemes

In every crack

A story screams