Six-thirty Sunday morning and it's raining The kind of rain you only find on the Westside Six-thirty Sunday morning someone's jogging The way he runs makes me think he's from the Eastside It's beautiful you can get in tune And see more life alone on a Central Park morning Than on a country afternoon Six-thirty early autumn leaves has fallen Let 'em sleep they will keep my secret I wish there were more rainy Sundays To make up for Saturday nights Cheap wine and cheaper love Don't make waking up easy And this is the day you chose to be grey New York I don't know about you Right place wrong people I should have stayed home in bed But friends lead me astray Should have been here yesterday New York I don't know about you Too many dancing partners Just try and get one alone But when you make out at the one-way subway It's better if you're on your own Cheap wine and cheaper love Don't make waking up easy And this is the day you chose to be grey New York I don't know about you I wish there were more rainy Sundays To make up for Saturday nights.