Written by: Tanika Cooks

I never go to New York  these days
And empty handed I pay 
don’t feel quite real without you in hand 
The band plays

But nothings quite different these days 
Still as fast as ever
That life in your step has gone now
that’s something past, something clever 

I remember when you brought me here
How the buildings looked so neat
The band was playing loud and clear
I could feel it in my feet

And down the smiles went from then 
Just frowns described my fate 
You’re never happy enough you say
I cant fake what’s not real

I never go to New York these days
New York’s a place to feel