The sun was high and we walked slow You liked the heat and I liked the shadow I was brave, but you didn't know On your birthday, one New York ago All the lights, they never slept All my love around you crept Our hearts beat and our feet stamped Through that Sunday in New York that I've kept We might have had the right idea But it never got off the ground We were close, we were there almost And we watched the sun go down Over the din of that busy town Years move on and I don't deny The choice I made, your reasons why And this cluttered heart is a tie that binds me To the broken New York skyline Yeah, we might have had the right idea But it never got off the ground We were so close, we were there almost And now I can barely hear a sound The sun is high, and we walk slow You've gone ahead, and I'm flying solo What I crave, I will never show On your birthday, one New York ago