A good song, a white sky

New York,

New York

Winter

1888

by the way

I like New York, based on the few times I have been there. I have always thought I would like living there. I don't like snow much however. On the other hand one of the things I don't like about snow is shoveling a driveway. Don't see to many driveways in Manhattan. I don't like driving in snow. Then again maybe if one lived in the downtown of a big city you wouldn't have to drive a lot. Yes sir, I like New York

Start spreading the news

I'm leaving today

I want to be a part of it,

New York, New York

These vagabond shoes

Are longing to stray

And make a brand new start of it

New York, New York

I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps

To find I'm king of the hill,

top of the heap

These little town blues

Are melting away

I'll make a brand new start of it

In old New York

If I can make it there

I'll make it anywhere

It's up to you,

New York, New York.

Wish I had wrote that. Course Blue Sky beats a white sky seen only behind a bunch of wires.