Six‐Thirty Sunday Morning / New York, I Don’t Know About You Songtext
von Peter Allen

Six-thirty Sunday morning and it′s raining
The kind of rain you only find on the Westside
Six-thirty Sunday morning someone's jogging
The way he runs makes me think he′s from the Eastside
It's beautiful you can get in tune
And see more life alone on a Central Park morning
Than on a country afternoon
Six-thirty early autumn leaves has fallen
Let 'em sleep they will keep my secret
I wish there were more rainy Sundays
To make up for Saturday nights


Cheap wine and cheaper love
Don′t make waking up easy
And this is the day you chose to be grey
New York I don′t know about you
Right place wrong people
I should have stayed home in bed
But friends lead me astray
Should have been here yesterday
New York I don't know about you
Too many dancing partners
Just try and get one alone
But when you make out at the one-way subway
It′s better if you're on your own
Cheap wine and cheaper love
Don′t make waking up easy
And this is the day you chose to be grey
New York I don't know about you
I wish there were more rainy Sundays
To make up for Saturday nights.