Well, midnight has faded to morning
The city can't keep you with me
'Cause this is an island of vagabonds
A stop on the way to be free
But this is the wrong time for metaphors
You like my one liners best
So take the Queensborough to the airport
I'll stay and settle for less
Well, sweet, baby Jesus is watching you
From his bed at the big corner church
And he knows the highs that you took me to
'Cause he knows the way that it hurts
But this is the wrong time for saying prayers
A kiss at the taxi will do
And if the Queensboro never gets you there
I'll be here waiting for you
You're a beautiful sight over east river lights
And I'm losing you
You're a dream taking flight in a pink morning sky
Yeah, you're coming true
And this is the wrong time for saying prayers
A kiss at the taxi will do
But if the Queensboro never gets you there
I'll be here waiting for you
Yeah, if the Queensboro never gets you there
I'll still be waiting for you
