New York City Lyrics

When Tara headed east she left with few ideas

Of how to make her life feel whole

She hoped to join the theater company

And see her name on a marquee in bold

A wrinkled salmon envelope with pictures of home

To give her that good peace of mind

She took her collection of props from old films

I know she couldn't leave those behind"My father" she said"had his doubts in me

Well, me, I'm not one to listen

From a young age I dreamed of living on the east coast

That's why I never moved west

And Mother had warned of the dangers ahead

And she said the last time she phoned

'There's something wrong in New York City!

But there ain't nothing wrong here at all"

Now Tara is the one who is shining

The star of her own Broadway show

Sleeping in Queens just two blocks away

From the old Summerfield Street Row

She never let the apple win

She never ever turned home

She never gave herself away

She only cried alone"My mother" she swore"loved me tenderly

But me I never could listen

She always thought, well, this was many years ago

That I'd be some writer of fiction

And Father, he always wore a golden cross

And he'd clench it while he bawled

'Why God is my baby in New York City?

But I'm not here at all"

She never let the apple win

She never ever turned home

She never gave herself away

She only cried alone