01.New York City
Norah Jones Lyrics

I can't remember what I planned tomorrow
My mind is clouded and I cannot recall what I had planned for tomorrow

I can't remember when it's time to go
I have lost track of time and cannot remember when I need to leave for my destination

When I look in the mirror, Tracing lines with a pencil
As I look in the mirror, I carefully trace my physical features with a pencil

I remember what came before
Through my reflection, my past memories resurface in my mind

I wanted to think there was endless love
I yearned for a love that would never falter or diminish over time

Until I saw the light dim in your eyes
However, I realized the love I thought was eternal was fading away as reflected in your eyes

In the dead of the night I found out
In the late hours of night, I came to the realization

Sometimes there's love that won't survive
Love can sometimes fail to endure the challenges it faces

New York City, Such a beautiful disease
Despite the allure of the city, it is rife with hardships and difficulties

Laura kept all her disappointments, Locked up in a box behind her closet door
Laura bottled up all her frustrations and disappointments and hid them away in a box inside her closet

She pulled the blinds and listened to the thunder, With no way out from the family store
She shut the blinds, listened to the sound of thunder, and felt trapped working in her family's business with no escape

We all told her things could get better, When you just say goodbye
Despite our encouragement for her to move on, it was not that simple to leave everything behind and start anew

I'll lay awake one more night, Caught in a vision I want to deny
I will spend one more sleepless night dwelling on a reality I wish were untrue

And did I mention the note that I found, Taped to my locked front door
May I remind you of the note I discovered stuck to my front door, secured under lock and key

It talked about no regrets, As it slipped from my hand to the scuffed tile floor
The note reassured me that there was no need to regret our past, but I lost my grip on it and it fell to the worn out floor

I rode the train for hours on end, And watched the people pass me by
I boarded a train and rode it for hours, observing as the people around me went about their daily lives

It could be that it has no end, Just an action junkie's lullaby
It is possible that this ride may never end, and it is just a temporary distraction for thrill-seekers like myself

New York City, We were full of the stuff that every dream rested
New York City had captivated us with the potential to achieve any dream imaginable

As if floating on a lumpy pillow sky, Caught up in the whole illusion, That dreams never pass us by
It felt as though we were weightlessly and effortlessly soaring through the sky, caught up in the illusion that our dreams would never escape us

Came to a tattooed conclusion, That the big one was knocking on the door
However, I eventually came to a permanent realization that a pivotal moment or opportunity was near

What started as a mass delusion, Would take me far from the place I adore
The original idea I shared with many, turned out to lead me far away from the place I cherish most