Ten days in New York isn’t enough
But we’re running out of money and our plane is fueling up
If I could find a way to make this last, I’d unpack tomorrow
It’s all I need, and we’ll wake up to fall asleep
It’s 30 below; my hands are numb from the snow
Now we go back to a place 20 minutes down the road
Get up and out, I’ve seen enough of this now - all I see is you
The ones that want to leave are the ones that are missing out
Ontario - so far away but it feels like home
And we missed the show; the roads became ice from the cold
Take me home, where we’re alone
The objects in mirror are closer than appear
But time moves further away from Ontario
So far away but it feels like home
It’s 30 below; my hands are numb from the snow
Now we go back to a place, no other place I’d rather go
Down the road
supported by 7 fans who also own “Let's Move To New York”
This is a damn fine release. It feels genuine; at times even emotional (in a good way). It's fun and witty while also being pissed off in all the right ways. It's political, critical, and nonconformist. Yet it still manages to feel original in an arguably oversaturated genre. Nicholas Whittemore