I Miss You, New York

For a city that never sleeps You're pretty quiet now You know this city will break you down Then build you back up in its image Or at least that's what a homeless man in a tutu told me once on St. Mark's Avenue He then started skipping away while operatically singing just the word, "Fart!" He was like, "Fart! Fart! Fart!" And he was actually pretty good Never thought I'd say it But I miss the dance crews and mariachi bands on the subway Never thought I'd say it But I miss the conductor announcements that no one ever understands on the subway Yeah, I miss those subway moments Like I once saw two beat poets enter into the same subway car But from like opposite sides And it was very clear that they were rivals and they shouldn't be in the same subway car And then they had a rap battle on the subway Unplanned beat poet rap battle on the subway True story! And I still think about that rat that ran directly into my foot And then looked at me like, "Fuck you, I'm walking here!" Where did that rat have to go? Well, I guess we'll never know But I hope it was Paris and he's a very successful chef at this point What I'm trying to say in my roundabout way is I miss you, New York (I miss you, New York) Oh, I miss you, New York (I miss you, New York) I miss you, New York But I'm still here And I'd rather be here than anywhere Except Times Square I'll never go there