I'm Sorry, New York

Let me rewind, I buggered up all my best lines

I just wanted you so badly to stay.

Everything soured and I thoroughly scoured

Every back road and alleyway

Just hoping to explain.

I think we’ve gotta talk

And I’m sorry New York

But look at the monster you’ve made of me

And I hope I did you proud - I kept your name out of my mouth, didn’t I?

I keep you in mind, I dream of you all of the time

You should see what we get unto when we polish off the wine

Though you felt frail, you brought me whisky from Wales

These days I’m treading water, knocked the wind out of my sails

I think we’ve gotta talk

And I’m sorry New York

But I can’t find a reason to stay

And I hope I did you proud - I kept your name out of my mouth

So I shook the hand of every little Judas that I met

They drank the Belgian lager in my lair

Every one of them had reviews, exclusively concerning you

And I can guarantee that they had no idea.

Now there’s films I can’t watch and there’s blocks I don’t walk

Though the ghosts are tryna steer me that way

I think we’ve gotta talk

And I’m sorry New York

But I don’t think you’re getting rid of me

And I hope I did you proud - I kept your name out of my mouth

Yeah I hope I did you proud - I kept your name out of my mouth