Lucinda Williams and Bruce Springsteen - New York Comeback

The crowd dies down to a silent hush
And everyone heads for the doors
Everybody wants to beat the rush
There's nothing left to see anymore

They think it's over but the cryin'
And the story's already been told
The writers have to hit their deadline
But maybe something will unfold

You wouldn't want to miss
You wouldn't want to miss
You wouldn't want to miss
My New York comeback (my New York comeback)
My New York comeback (my New York comeback)
My New York comeback (my New York comeback)

Before they cut the house lights
Before you walk into the night
Before you head out to last call
For that last stiff highball

Let me have the final say
One last chance to do it my way
One last shot, one last swing
One final song to sing

You wouldn't want to miss
You wouldn't want to miss
You wouldn't want to miss
My New York comeback (my New York comeback)
My New York comeback (my New York comeback)
My New York comeback (my New York comeback)

No one's brought the curtain down
Maybe you should stick around
Until the stage goes black
Maybe there's one last twist

Two outs nobody on base
We're down to the last strike
Could hear a pin drop in this place
Hoping for miracle tonight

You wouldn't want to miss
You wouldn't want to miss
You wouldn't want to miss
My New York comeback (my New York comeback)
My New York comeback (my New York comeback)
My New York comeback (my New York comeback)
My New York comeback

Written by:
Jesse Malin, Lucinda Williams, Tom Overby

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