Back in New York City
Last time you walked with me
Peacoats and fedoras
Jazz music played for us
Cool breeze in the park
Stiff drinks after dark
How was I to know
How was I to know
That'd be the last time
That I'd see your face
You put your hand on my shoulder
The last time you'd grow older
How was I to know
Back in New York City
Last time you talked with me
Of past recollection
A lifetime of connections
Of people that you missed
And jokes of bucket lists
How was I to know
How was I to know
That'd be the last time
That I'd see your face
You put your arm around my shoulder
The last time you'd grow older
Oh how was I to know
And the thought that I feel
Is so painfully real
Your soul's everywhere
Like snow hanging in the air
The lessons you left behind
They're always on my mind
The beating in my heart
And a dying work of art
But how was I to know
That'd be the last time
That I'd see your face
Without your arm around my shoulder
This world is so much colder
How was I to know
How was I to know
Back in New York City
This time you're not with me
But a love that's undenied
Big bright eyes by my side
A new world to explore
My daughter to adore
How was I to know