NYC Weather Report
Got to get away from all these thinkers… drinking up my thoughts again
Got to get away from here
Got to get away from all these choosers, losers all my best of friends
Sit back New York City
You're not cute but you're oh so pretty
When the rain comes you fall up again
Sunny You are a part of me
Sunny You are the heart of me
Got to get away from here
Got to get away from all these people who need people You know it really makes me sick
Got to get away from here
Got to get away from expectations, recreations, just for the sake of it
Sit back New York City
You're not cute but you're oh so pretty
When the rain comes you fall up again
Sunny You are a part of me
Sunny You are the heart of me
Sit back New York City
You're not cute but you're oh so pretty
When the rain falls you come up again
Sit back New York City friend
Got to get away from here
Got to get away from what I'm thinking I'm thinking it's too much for anyone
Got to get away from here
Got get away from what you're drinking you're drinking so I'll take another one
Writer/s: John Ondrasik