Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Will Jay
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Jay
Songwriter
Samantha Creighton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zack Djurich
Producer
Lyrics
As the party clears out one by one
At the end of the night
You're still lyin' on the couch
'Cause to get up means sayin' goodbye
You linger at the front door, the last one to leave
I ask where you're headed, you just say, "We'll see"
Where will you go
If it isn't home?
No cars on the road
You just drive
Drive
You wanna live in a loft in New York and be
Somebody new
That the city that never can sleep would be
Perfect for you
Probably won't be there very much at all
Dancin' at the 1 OAK 'til they say last call
Where will you go
If it isn't home?
You can't be alone (alone)
So you just drive
Drive
Mm-hmm
Mm-hmm
(Are you off to New York your own destination?)
Mm-hmm
(Are you off to New York to feel like you made it?)
Mm-hmm
I hope you get there
I hope you get there
I hope you get there
(To feel like you made it)
I hope you get there
Writer(s): Samantha Creighton, Will Jay
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