Listening to Songs of Love and Hate
Smoking on the starlit balcony
I was 21 and lonely
Thinking that the world had owed me
Something
For the ugliness I'd seen

So I wandered through the city
Hoping somebody would find me
Take me home and touch me softly
With a gentleness I'd never known before

Listening to Nighthawks at the Diner
In the bathroom putting on eyeliner
I was 21 and starving
Love had always left me wanting
Something
I could carry to the grave

So I wandered through thе city
Hoping somebody would find me
Take mе home and touch me softly
With a gentleness I'd never known before

New York
Was gnawing at my bones
New York
Never felt much like a home
New York
Nights drinking alone

New York (x4)