Christmas glows on the fifth avenue,
a resting place for so many dreams.
As a lonely man, with a fedora hat,
I get lost within the bustling lanes of lower east side,
and reminisce your voice within a million screams.

Lives are counted with whiskey glasses,
while chasing ghosts in a Manhattan bar.
The whole of New York looks like you tonight.
I wish you were here in the city,
and not calling from a dimension so far.

Hanging from the Brooklyn Bridge rails,
souls searching for a chance to lose or gain.
As a lonely man, with a fedora hat,
I look for your footsteps on the brick roads of Dumbo,
and hear your name being repeated by the rain.

Central Park is where they found my body,
searching for poets in the freezing lake.
The whole of New York looks like you tonight.
I wish you were here in the city,
for my heart was always yours to take.