New York Journal
music by Gary Marks, lyrics by Gary Marks
© 2006 Arewea Co. ASCAP

New York’s fabled night life wears no mask tonight
Just an endless yellow blur of storey-ed lights
Reaching up a thousand feet in the sky like anxious arms
But I’m walking away

And what drew me back here draws me to the dark inside
Even tho I came to light another spark inside
It’s time I stop fooling myself that New York’s a part of me
It’s parting me.

And I promise babe I won’t look back this time  
I can’t believe I was pulled away
from you – but I’m leaving

In a beat up cab with my bags jammed inside
I take one more look at billboards framed in light
They may as well be written by a thief
Whose clever lies love to steal life.

And I promise babe I won’t be back this way
I can’t believe I had to go
Sometimes it takes a lot to look inside
Sometimes you just know - no

Here at the airport your eyes call to me
I’ll see them through the clouds beneath my feet
I’ll see them and I’ll know that I truly have arrived
Here on this last New York night  

And I promise babe I won’t look back this time    
I can’t believe I was pulled away
from the love you gave me every day
No need to pretend anymore
I’m coming home.