Richard Watson - NYC Live

Grown up kid with a broken heart
Torn in two by fits and starts
Guess I wouldn't blame here if she did
Said she's gonna pack it up
Throw her bags in a beat up truck
Head out there and find some place new

Maybe new york city where the lights are bright and true
Maybe that's the place I'm born to loose
Maybe new york city where the hearts are bound to break
Out there giving every thing it takes

So she headed west through the eastern pines
Leaving all her cares behind
Finding parts of her she never knew
Little towns just waiving hi
Things she missed most waving by
Hanging in the rear view like they do

Maybe new york city where the lights are bright and true
Maybe that's the place I'm born to loose
Maybe new york city where the hearts are bound to break
Out there giving every thing it takes

Call your mama when you get in
Tell that you found a friend
Some one else who sees the world like you
Grown up kid with a broken heart
Torn in two by fits and starts
Maybe she should call here mama too

Maybe new york city where the lights are bright and true
Maybe that's the place I'm born to loose
Maybe new york city where the hearts are bound to break
Out there giving every thing it takes

Written by:
Richard Watson

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