Growing up you
Pick me up
And say I've never looked so old
That I look nice
And in my eyes
You can't help but see my soul

I can't stay here but I'll never love it more
It's just a few more stops at the corner store
Baby, kick your shoes off at my front door
I hope you visit me when I'm in New York

Well I just cried
Singing while
The band plays the song about you
And I froze up
Because I thought
I saw you walking 10th Avenue

I can't stay here but I'll never love it more
It's just a few more stops at the corner store
Baby, kick your shoes off at my front door
I hope you visit me when I'm in New York

I'm dancing free
You look at me
And say you've never loved me more
We're good at being young, it's such a chore
We're no good at growing up, it's such a bore