Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adam Schlesinger
Adam Schlesinger
Bass
Brian Young
Brian Young
Drums
Chris Collingwood
Chris Collingwood
Lead Vocals
Jen Trynin
Jen Trynin
Background Vocals
Jody Porter
Jody Porter
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Collingwood
Chris Collingwood
Songwriter
Adam Schlesinger
Adam Schlesinger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Collingwood
Chris Collingwood
Producer
Adam Schlesinger
Adam Schlesinger
Producer
Mike Denneen
Mike Denneen
Producer
Matt Beaudoin
Matt Beaudoin
Assistant Engineer
Rafi Sofer
Rafi Sofer
Assistant Engineer
Richard Furch
Richard Furch
Additional Engineer
Rudyard Lee Cullers
Rudyard Lee Cullers
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Is that suppose to be your poker face Or was someone run over by a train? You're minding your own business But you're begging for forgiveness just the same And it's running back and forth inside your mind Just how that town defined you Dressed you up, painted on your face And now you're leaving New York For no better place You're awake and trying not to be Wrapped around your pillow like a prawn The nighttime's wrapped around you Will be until it drops you on the dawn From the C train to the shiny tower Kicked around till happy hour found you Where you can drink that smirk right off your face And now you're leaving New York For no better place And here is your reflection In a building uptown A ghost inside some Madison Avenue display Like water under bridges You're slowly passing by So you sail between the rooftops and the sky The bourbon sits inside me Right now I'm a puppet in its sway And it may be the whiskey talking But the whiskey says I miss you every day So I taxi to an all-night party Park me in the corner in an old chair Sip my drink and stare out into space And now you're leaving New York For no better place And now you're leaving New York For no better place
Writer(s): Steven Curtis Chapman, Phil L. Naish Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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