She's drunk enough when she is sober
She don't need no alcohol
Don't need no artificial means
No amphetamines to cause her to fall

She's like the rain in the middle of sunlight
Leaves you confused but still reborn
I've been up all night havin' a ball
Staring at the view of my brick wall, in slow New York

I heard that creaking in the hallway
I wiped my eyes and turned on the light
I took some medicine from the shelf
Just a bad influence on myself, when you're outta sight

I thought she asked me for the world once
All she wanted was some comfort, and nothing more
But like the mornin's on Monday
These things are colored gray, in slow New York

And if you come back to me now
We'll go buy the Sunday Times
A little salt, a couple limes, to beat the heat
You're gonna swear I make 'em better
Than the Mexicans on Remmington Street

I took the latch off of the front gate
I hid the key up over the door
If you wanna come home like you once said
I'm still on the same side of the bed, in slow New York

If you wanna come home like you once said
I'm still on the same side of the bed
In slow New York,
In slow New York