New York Song

In the winter it was oh so cold
The fish all died, the fall of crows
There was nothing left for the crows to do but wait
And they said....

They said being here is better than wishing we'd stayed
Yes, being here is seeming to be the way
Oh being here is better than wishing we had stayed...

They stayed under water for oh so long
They wait for the spring when the ice will thaw
And frozen parts will be filled with song
And filter down through all them waves

And they said...
They said being here is better than wishing we'd stayed
Yes, being here is seeming to be the way
Being here is like breathing on the hottest day
I think I would rather suffocate

Last summer they said it was oh so hot
Two lovers did drown while their dreams were sunk 
While their bodies were lost, their souls stayed around
They stayed underwater most, or the ground

And they said...

They said being here is better than wishing we'd stayed
Yes, being here is seeming to be the way (x4)