FRENCH NEW YORK

I’ve got French friends in New York
They don’t have subway cards but they make it work
Non, non, ne t'inquiète pas Ce soir tu peux rester chez moi”
I fell asleep in the neon glow
I use my bag as my pillow
I thought of ways I could make it work
I thought of how I could let it go

Never, never, never all alone again
When the sun comes out, you’ll have your shadow friends
Speaking English in my French head again
New New York is the new Paris, let’s pretend

I’ve still got French friends in New York
Dusty floors and last night’s smoke all in my hair and in my clothes
Oh, French New York you’re just like home
City lights and friends of friends
I’ll crash on couches till the end
My thoughts still wander when my feet are sore
Sometimes lost, but always at your door

Never, never, never all alone again
When the sun comes out, you’ll have your shadow friends
Speaking English in my French head again
New New York is the new Paris, let’s pretend