New York City Paula Cole

You left me standing there
At the top of the stoop
Of a federal brown stone

You left me standing there
With my heart in my hands
At Hudson & Barrow

Oh, life didn't let me
Oh, pity

New York City

You left us standing there
In our favorite cafe
Le Petite Abeille

I saw the future landscape
Of different families
Divided in two states

Oh, life didn't let me
Oh, pity

New York City