Sunday In New York - Brian Newman

Lyrics by：Carroll Coates/Peter Nero

Composed by：Carroll Coates/Peter Nero

Produced by：Dae Bennett

New York on Sunday

Big city taking a nap

Slow it down it's Sunday

Life's a ball let it fall right in your lap

If you've got troubles

Just take them out for a walk

They'll burst like bubbles

At the thought of a Sunday in New York

You spend time without spending a dime

And watching people watch people pass

And later you'll pause and in one of those stores

There's that face next to yours in the glass

Two hearts stop beating

You're both too breathless to speak

Love smiles her greeting

And the dream that has seen you thru the week

Comes true on Sunday in New York

Hooo

Sure you can take a short nautical break

They got boats by the shore for hire

And if you get cold you just hurry

On home you get cozy and warm by the fire

By Monday morning you've both agreed it was fate

As day comes dawning if you

Can't pick the spot or set the date

You met on Sunday uh

New York on Sunday

So make it Sunday in the New York