Lyrics We Left New York City - Michael Shynes

Hand on my hand
Chest on my chest
Be my lover
Be my best friend

I will wait on your border
Until you will let me in
Hand on my hand
Chest on my chest

To the sound of voices
And of drums
I will show you how
The West was won

We left New York City
With our windows down
We couldn't see the trees
And it was too damn loud

I will stand on your border
And I'll search through the clouds
Yeah we left New York City
With our windows down

Sold my new car
And bought a diamond ring
Bought a cheap car
And got down on one knee

Picked up a guitar I started rhyming
Gonna hit those charts
When I get my time in

We left New York City
With our windows down
We couldn't see the trees
And it was too damn loud

I will stand on your border
And I'll search through the clouds
Yeah we left New York City
With our windows down

I write you love letters
And I play them for people
We found a church
And then we found a steeple

And these songs I've been writing
Are paying the bills
We started a family
And you love me still

We left New York City
With our windows down
We couldn't see the trees
And it was too damn loud

I will stand on your border
And I'll search through the clouds
We left New York City
With our windows down