I wanted to write something profound about my five days in New York City. I could write for the rest of my life and never capture NYC. I think Bono captured the essence of my experience pretty well, so I will let him speak for me (but the colors were all me, baby!):
In New York freedom looks like too many choices
In New York I found a friend to drown out the other voices
Voices on the cell phone
Voices from home
Voices of the hard sell
Voices down the stairwell
In New York, just got a place in New York
In New York summers get hot well into the hundreds
You can walk around the block without a change of clothing
Hot as a hair dryer in your face
Hot as handbag and a can of mace
New York, I just got a place in New York
New York, New York
In New York you can forget, forget how to sit still
Tell yourself you will stay in
But it’s down to Alphaville
New York, New York, New York
New York, New York, New York
The Irish have been coming here for years
Feel like they own the place
They got the airport, city hall, concrete, asphalt, they even got the police
Irish, Italians, Jews and Hispanics
Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew
Living happily not like me and you
That’s where I lost you…New York
New York, New York
New York, New York
In New York I lost it all to you and your vices
Still I’m staying on to figure out my mid life crisis
I hit an iceberg in my life
But you know I’m still afloat
You lose your balance, lose your wife
In the queue for the lifeboat
You got to put the women and children first
But you’ve got an unquenchable thirst for New York
New York, New York
New York, New York
In the stillness of the evening
When the sun has had its day
I heard your voice a-whispering
Come away child
I am Correct 