It's time to end my holiday and bid the country a hasty farewell
So on this gray and melancholy day, I'll move to a manhattan hotel
I'll dispose of my rose-colored chattels
And prepare for my share of adventures and battles
Here on the twenty-seventh floor
Looking down on the city I hate and adore!

Autumn in new york, why does it seem so inviting?
Autumn in new york, it spells the thrill of first-nighting
Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds in canyons of steel
They're making me feel I'm home
It's autumn in new york that brings the promise of new love

Autumn in new york is often mingled with pain
Dreamers with empty hands may sigh for exotic lands
It's autumn in new york
It's good to live again