New York is on fire
And my back’s against the wall
It’s coming down to the wire
Is it really all my fault?
On Fifth and on Third
Floor number seventeen
I don’t know what you’ve been hearing
Or even what you are to me
New York is on fire
And my back’s against the wall
It’s coming down to the wire
Is it really all my fault?
New York, New York
There’s a pretty blue bottle
Sitting on a shelf
Now it’s in a million pieces
And it reminds me of myself
Now we can’t burn forever
And the leaves, they have to fall
Is it now or is it never?
Did you ever love me at all?
New York, New York is on fire
And my back’s against the wall
It’s coming right down to the wire
Is it really all my fault?
New York, New York is on fire
New York, New York
New York, New York
New York, New York
Other lyrics by Parker McCollum:
Big Sky
I went out walking through these pine trees Woke up hungover on this Tulsa street Can’t seem to find myself or what I believe I just wander through the wild Someone …
Come On
Take me to Texas, lay down Lousian’ Wherever that woman is, that’s the state that I’m in Rain needs a river, river needs a flood I need that woman like …
Enough Rope
Well, I work for the city in the town where I grew up Some days I run a backhoe, some days I run a dump If I had other plans on my graduation day Several years ago, I …
Good Time Charlie's Got The Blues
Everybody’s gone away Said they’re movin’ to LA There’s not a soul I know around Everybody’s leavin’ town Some caught a freight, some …
Hope That I’m Enough
Well, I can feel you breathing Sleep ‘cause you’re so tired Well, I can barely take it You set my soul on fire I love that I am who you love Sunlight through …