New York In December

I miss New York when December rolls around
Cheap snow globes in Chinatown
The way the streets get quiet when there's snow on the ground
And the corners turn to forests when the trees come out

And I know
It's not the same
As the movies with the happy end
You won't call a cab
Or shuffle in
With apologies and a bottle of gin
But someday
I'd like to be
A holiday cliché

They're making angels up in Central Park
All the lampposts are glowing in the dark
And a symphonies floating through the air
Like snowflakes falling in your hair

And I know
It's not the same
As all the movies with the happy end
We won't have a fight
On New Year's Eve
You wouldn't chase me to the airport when I leave
But someday
I hope it feels that way

Laughing in the dining room with our coats still on
Eyes are looking brighter like we're 21
Where everything conspires till we fall
In love