The sun set on New York before his feet found Frisco
You opened your last chance and beelined for Greensborough
and all of my friends that remain they smile crooked
and everyone else that I knew moved to Brooklyn
and I know the reason I buried my week was New York

The moon rose on New York and its grace lit Boston
and I feel them both now on this chilly evening
and all of my friends that I knew out in Raymond
they all assume now that my breath is bated
and I know the reason I buried my week was New York