Sunday In New York - Brian Newman
Lyrics by:Carroll Coates/Peter Nero
Composed by:Carroll Coates/Peter Nero
Produced by:Dae Bennett
New York on Sunday
Big city taking a nap
Slow it down it's Sunday
Life's a ball let it fall right in your lap
If you've got troubles
Just take them out for a walk
They'll burst like bubbles
At the thought of a Sunday in New York
You spend time without spending a dime
And watching people watch people pass
And later you'll pause and in one of those stores
There's that face next to yours in the glass
Two hearts stop beating
You're both too breathless to speak
Love smiles her greeting
And the dream that has seen you thru the week
Comes true on Sunday in New York
Hooo
Sure you can take a short nautical break
They got boats by the shore for hire
And if you get cold you just hurry
On home you get cozy and warm by the fire
By Monday morning you've both agreed it was fate
As day comes dawning if you
Can't pick the spot or set the date
You met on Sunday uh
New York on Sunday
So make it Sunday in the New York