New York In December

I miss New York when December rolls around Cheap snow globes in Chinatown The way the streets get quiet when there's snow on the ground And the corners turn to forests when the trees come out And I know It's not the same As the movies with the happy end You won't call a cab Or shuffle in With apologies and a bottle of gin But someday I'd like to be A holiday cliché They're making angels up in Central Park All the lampposts are glowing in the dark And a symphonies floating through the air Like snowflakes falling in your hair And I know It's not the same As all the movies with the happy end We won't have a fight On New Year's Eve You wouldn't chase me to the airport when I leave But someday I hope it feels that way Laughing in the dining room with our coats still on Eyes are looking brighter like we're 21 Where everything conspires till we fall In love