Gotta Go To New York

It’s cold and dark outside. You’re out of bed.
 If you had any sense you’d be sleeping late instead.
 But somehow you get your bones out the door.
 This November morning is what all the training’s for.
  
 Gotta go to New York. It’s where everyone wants to race.
 Gotta go to New York. Make sure to find the right pace.
 Gotta go to New York. It’s were everyone wants to go.
 And it all starts at the Verrazano.
  
 It’s when you get off the bridge that you first see the crowd.
 And you never knew people could be so loud.
 On Fourth Avenue you A  D   |  G see the bank tower ahead.
 Not too fast or by the Bronx you’re dead.
  
 Barclay’s and BAM to Bedford Avenue.
 Through Williamsburg and Greenpoint, you’re half-way through.
 Into Queens, Long Island City, still feeling fine.
 Look left, the city skyline.
  
 Then the 59th Street Bridge or whatever they’re calling it today.
 So many people rocking you feel it sway.
 Two sharp turns and you’re heading up First.
 You hope for the best. Fear for the worst.
  
 Gotta go to New York. It’s where everyone wants to race.
 Gotta go to New York. Make sure to find the right pace.
 Gotta go to New York. It’s were everyone wants to go.
 And it all starts at the Verrazano. 
 
 Into the Bronx but not for very long.
 You try to look like you’re still feeling strong.
 Back into Manhattan, you’re in the fi nal five.
 On Fifth Avenue Harlem comes alive.
  
 Whoa there’s a mile hill just past Duke.
 No one told you about that and you just might puke.
 But the crowd carries you through mile 23.
 You’re where you wondered whether you’d ever be.
  
 Gotta go to New York. It’s where everyone wants to race.
 Gotta go to New York. Make sure to find the right pace.
 Gotta go to New York. It’s were everyone wants to go.
 And it all starts at the Verrazano.
  
 Now you’re in the Park but you’re all alone.
 It’s just you and you, you’re on your own.
 It’s beautiful as the trees are turning red.
 No other place you’d rather be instead.
  
 Then past the Met, down the hill, wave to the cat.
 Slight upgrade at 72nd, no one told you about that.
 You make it through mile 25 and one to go.
 You pass more and more of people getting slow.
  
 Then back into the Park, the crowd goes wild.
 And you can’t believe you’re in the final mile.
 Though there’s a little hill to the finish line.
 You don’t notice, suddenly you’re feeling fine.
  
 Now you’ve done New York. Now your favorite race.
 Now you’ve done New York. Sweat dripping down your face.
 Now you’ve done New York. And you’re feeling dead.
 You feel sorry for those who stayed in bed.
 You feel sorry for those who stayed in bed.