New York

I don't believe in the heart
 And I don't believe in the art of love
 But I don't want to be the last in line
 And I don't want to die before my time
 Yes and I can't read poetry aloud
 And I never wanted to see the crowd
 And I never lived in New York
 You try to read in the dark
 And you notice wind in the park
 And you always stop to say a prayer
 And you never wonder if He's still there
 Yes and you know the things to ask me for
 And you want to make me something more
 And you always lived in New York
 I don't want to go to school
 And I don't want to end up a fool, like you
 But I don't want to have a heart of stone
 And I don't want to end up all alone
 Yes and I want to marry you
 And I want to have kids too
 And I want to live in New York