New York City by Norah Jones

　　I can't remember what I planned tomorrow

　　I can't remember when it's time to go

　　When I look in the mirror

　　Tracing lines with a pencil

　　I remember what came before

　　I wanted to think there was endless love

　　Until I saw the light dim in your eyes

　　In the dead of the night I found out

　　Sometimes there's love that won't survive

　　New York City

　　Such a beautiful disease

　　New York City

　　Such a beautiful disease

　　Laura kept all her disappointments

　　Locked up in a box behind her closet door

　　She pulled the blinds and listened to the thunder

　　With no way out from the family store

　　We all told her things could get better

　　When you just say goodbye

　　I'll lay awake one more night

　　Caught in a vision I want to deny

　　And did I mention the note that I found

　　Taped to my locked front door

　　It talked about no regrets

　　As it slipped from my hand to the scuffed tile floor

　　I rode the train for hours on end

　　And watched the people pass me by

　　It could be that it has no end

　　Just an action junkie's lullaby

　　New York City

　　Such a beautiful disease

　　New York City

　　Such a beautiful disease

　　We were full of the stuff that every dream rested

　　As if floating on a lumpy pillow sky

　　Caught up in the whole illusion

　　That dreams never pass us by

　　Came to a tattooed conclusion

　　That the big one was knocking on the door

　　What started as a mass delusion

　　Would take me far from the place I adore

　　Would take me far from the place I adore

　　New York City

　　Such a beautiful disease

　　New York City