New York

Come, my wild horse, come, come pick me up

Let's go outside and let's pretend it's New York

Drown the small town troubles

In Hudson River puddles

Put those shiny dancing boots on

We'll meet the local heroes down at the bar

The gifted and the phonies

Rodeo on ponies

And the truth is

I was wrong when I said I was bored

Any street that I'm walking on with you

Anywhere with you could be New York

And the truth is

I was sleeping, but I woke up all eyes and all ears

When you whispered, it's all really happening

It's all really happening here

Oh, spin the bottle with the muses

That I've been calling for till I thought they'd gone

Camping on Long Island

But the backyard's where they're hiding

And these corners seemed rundown and old

But you pointed your finger

At the magic and wonder they hold

Now, we're out and we're digging for gold

'Cause the truth is

I was wrong when I said I was bored

Any street that I'm walking on with you

Anywhere with you could be New York

And the truth is

I was sleeping, but I woke up all eyes and all ears

When you whispered, it's all really happening

It's all really happening here

And the truth is

I was sleeping, dreaming away till I forgot

That wherever we are is where it's happening

Come on, wild horse, and pick me up

Come, my wild horse, come, come pick me up

Come, my wild horse, come, come pick me up