Well, I got a room. It’s up above a Chinese laundry.
And, I got a job. Washing dishes all day long.
And most the girls. They wear black clothes and lots of earrings.
And, most the boys. They play this music that’s all wrong.

And 1000 miles away there’s a girl that I think of every day.
The city lights are bright but they’re so cold, NYC’s gettin’old.

Well, I hit the road ‘cause I was bound to be somebody.
Now here I am not much different than before.
Down on the street they knock you down and run you over.
And people scream but I don’t hear that anymore.

Chorus

When it rains it washes off the dirt but not the pain
You’re looking at a rainbow but it doesn’t seem the same
The air above the city hides the moon and all the stars
And when you look back down you remember where you are..

When I close my eyes I see clear across the country.
There sits a girl through the windows of a train.
She used to write me long letters I would never answer
And I can’t go back, I don’t feel anything but shame.

Chorus

NYC’s getting’ old.
NYC’s getting’ old.