NY Songtext
von T. Hardy Morris

I think it′s getting to you
Living in one room
Up on the thirteenth floor
You don't look the same
Or fit your name
And your accent is no more

What happened to the old you
Or the girl we knew before?

I knew you before New York
These cold streets are killing me
I′m only here until the fourth
Walking past this frozen trash
Makes me miss your former warmth


What happened to the old you
Or the girl we knew before?
I knew you before New York

You were changing anyway
I felt it in your arms
Can't fight the everyday
No matter where you are
These empty sights and druggie nights
I found the bustle to be a bore
Why do you pay to live this way?
A southern belle hushed in the north

What happened to the old you
Or the girl we knew before?
I knew you before New York

I knew you before New York
Oh, I knew her before New York