Six months of separation
and you never laugh when I call anymore.
The sound of your voice echoes in my head,
like I was dead, but not in heaven.
All the fancy places we used to go
all far away, like a dream I used to know.
And so, you wonder why I cry?
Six hours flying home
and there's no warm hand there to meet me.
Only the sound of baggage carousel
is the only sound that greets me.
Staring out the window on the ride home
faces stare at me as if they know I am alone
And so, you wonder why I cry?
Six years in New York City
and I'm back on the block, where i say im living.
The neighbors I know by face, they don't know me,
I never met them, to begin with.
Opening the door down on president,
remembering all the postcards that I wrote but never sent.
And so, you wonder why I cry?
Six years in New York City
Six years in New York City
Six years in New York City
Six years in New York City
And I wonder...