Can I call you in the morning? I promise it will last longer for you Than empty sex with an empty man Coated and blistered and blue Now my love is lost It's lost somewhere It's thrown out in the streets It's covered by all the neon signs From down in Brooklyn out to Queens Oh, my heart Oh, my heart Oh, my heart Oh, my heart My heart is dead in New York City She packed it with the bottles and the pictures The spoonfuls of truth With the dog and with God And she left home Now my love is lost It's lost somewhere It's thrown out in the streets It's covered by all the neon signs From down in Brooklyn out to Queens Oh, my heart Oh, my heart is dead in New York City Oh, my heart Oh, my heart is dead in New York City Oh, my heart Oh, my heart is dead in New York City Oh, my heart Oh, my heart is dead in New York Well, this ain't love cause you ain't lying to me about a boy No, this ain't love cause you ain't lying to me about a boy Girl, this ain't love You are too good to me Oh, my heart Oh, my heart is dead in New York City Oh, my heart Oh, my heart is dead in New York City Oh, my heart Oh, my heart is dead in New York City Oh, my heart Oh, my heart is dead in New York You will write me in the morning way before I think to call on you It's not that I am cold or rude Or I don't care to read it I am just upset