| Left my life for New York City |
| Guess the skylines, they were calling out for me |
| Sleepless nights, restless mind so dizzy |
| But for the first time, I was finally set free |
| I guess that I was really searching |
| Through crowded sidewalks and restless tattoos |
| Were all the traffic lights for learning? |
| Well do you stop for reds just to learn to sing the blues? |
| I still miss all the city lights |
| And getting lost between the streets and avenues |
| I still feel the cold, city nights |
| Never felt so alone but that led me to you |
| And that’s the good kind of blue |
| Seems that everybody’s searching |
| For all the answers that are blowing in the clues |
| Well this life, it never gives you destinations |
| It just changes based on what you choose to do |
| I still miss all the city lights |
| And getting lost between the streets and avenues |
| I still feel the cold, city nights |
| Never felt so alone but that led me to you |
| And that’s the good kind of blue |