Lyrics
New York State of mind
Take me away
Got a whole lot to say
Gonna take a ride
And get away this time
Boardwalk Arcadia
Summer breeze
Got a hold on me
Like paradise
Judging by the orange skies
I've got thick skin
I'm a heavyweight
I'm the loss for words
That you never say
I figure that I've come pretty far
Pretending I'm a real big star and
Jean jacket on
Off to celebrate
Tip in the jar
Gotta catch a break
I figure that I've come pretty far
Ain't wasted talent baby
Underneath the covers on a Friday night
Laying up awake
I gotta make it right
Been soaking up the sun and going out of sight
I wanna love somebody
Don't you wanna know that
They build you up
To wear you down
Call it safe and sound
Your caught in a trap
I don't wanna rest my case cause
These fireworks
Show a glimmer of hope
Got a whole lot to prove
Before I fade out
Ain't giving up on you no
Like a rolling stone
Calling checkmate
I'm the loss for words
That you never say
I figure that I've come pretty far
Pretending I'm a real big star and
Them boots they shine
When I hit the stage
Kick the tip jar
Won't catch a break
I figure that I've come pretty far
Ain't wasted talent baby
Underneath the covers on a Friday night
Laying up awake
I gotta make it right
Been soaking up the sun and going out of sight
Don't you know that
I wanna love somebody
Underneath the covers on a Friday night
Laying up awake
I gotta make it right