It's good to live it again Autumn in New York, why does it seem so inviting? Autumn in New York, it spells the thrill of first-nighting Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds in canyons of steel They're making me feel I'm home It's autumn in New York

Every breath that you can take Never crosses itself without something changing Taking me through all your sins Making me live it again Nothing in my life comes easy Beat down and questioned, don't tell me wrong from right You never knew the answers