NYC Weather Report - Live at House of Blues

Got to get away from here
 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 to get away from what you're drinking
 You're drinking, so I'll take another one