It's time to end my holiday and bid the country a hasty farewell
So on this gray and melancholy day I'll move to a Manhattan hotel
I'll dispose of my rose-colored chattels and prepare
For my share of adventures and battles
Here on the twenty-seventh floor looking down on the
City I hate and adore
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 that brings the promise of new love
Autumn in New
York is often mingled with pain
Dreamers with empty hands may sigh for exotic lands
It's autumn in New York
It's good to live again
