She rolled into the city in a Cadillac
She couldn’t find a parking space
She sent it back
Now she rides the cabbies ’bout their foreign names
They think she’s kidding, but it’s all the same
I ride my bicycle down her street
Past her apartment, try to take a peek
Through her open window, she sings a song
I have to listen, gotta sing along
New York City’s big
(Like Cannonball Adderley)
From the subway down below
(Rumble of a downtown train)
To the skyscrapers above
I’m almost falling in love
She likes the jazz, she likes the prose
She reads about it while I paint her toes
I didn’t plan to stay this long
Can’t shake the feeling that it all seems wrong
At Yankee Stadium, beneath the lights
I had an epiphany that set me right
I’d stay a little longer ’til the crowd wound down
Then hit Penn Station for a train northbound
New York City’s big
(Like Cannonball Adderley)
From the subway down below
(Rumble of a downtown train)
To the skyscrapers above
I’m almost falling in love