Sleeping in New York

So, this is my path

And I'm holding the telephone

dying to ask

If you're coming over at Christmas

Do you think I'll last?

But I keep on talking

And I'm talking too fast

And all this direction guides you on

And I keep on telling you that I'm right at home

When I'm sleeping in New York...

I'm sleeping in New York

I'm sleeping in New York

Out on the road

I've got the radio singing to me

We're all paying our way

With our sentimentality

This is your life

And it's passing so carelessly

In two star motels

And late night disharmony

I know this direction guides you on

And I keep on telling you that I'm right at home

When I'm sleeping in New York

I'm sleeping in New York

I'm sleeping in New York