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Kirsten Williams: Music

My New York

(Kirsten Williams)
My New York
©2004

A crisp clean evening and I'm tucked between buildings.
I'm out, I'm out, I'm out- on the fire escape.
But I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't want to escape this New York.
Sitting high above city sounds, thoughts of what was fall fluttering down.
I'm out, I'm out, I'm out- on the fire escape.
But I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't want to escape this New York.
This is my New York. This is my New York. I've made it this far alone- made the city my own.
Downstairs a T.V. set blares instructions on living in this day and age.
I listen, I listen, I listen- from the fire escape.
But I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't try to escape this New York.
This is my New York. This is my New York. I've made it this far alone- made the city my own.
Cause I know the back roads, where I'm safe and I'm strong.
It's more than self preservation that sweeps me along.
This is my New York. This is my New York. I've made it this far alone- made the city my own.
Evening air carries with it a chill, a bold empty sky keeps me quiet and still.
I'm out, I'm out, I'm out- on the fire escape.
But I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't want to escape my New York.