Boy — New York

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Come, my wild horse, come, come pick me up

Let’s go outside and let’s pretend it’s New York

Drown the small town troubles

In Hudson River puddles

Put those shining dancing boots on

We’ll meet the local heroes down at the bar

The gifted and the phonies

Rodeo on ponies

And the truth is

I was wrong when I said I was bored

Any street that I’m walking on with you

Anywhere with you could be New York

And the truth is I was sleeping

But I woke up all eyes and all ears

When you whispered, it’s all really happening

It’s all really happening here

Will you spin the bottle with the muses

That I’d been calling for ’til I thought they’d gone

Camping on Long Island

Put the backyards where they’re hiding

And these corners seemed run down and old

But you pointed your finger

At the magic and wonder they hold

Now we’re out and we’re digging for gold

Cause the truth is

I was wrong when I said I was bored

Any street that I’m walking on with you

Anywhere with you could be New York

And the truth is I was sleeping

But I woke up all eyes and all ears

When you whispered, it’s all really happening

It’s all really happening here

And the truth is I was sleeping

Dreaming away ’til I forgot

That wherever we are’s where it’s happening

Come, my wild horse, and pick me up