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'll only find on the West Side
Six-thirty, Sunday morning
Someone′s jogging
The way he runs
Makes me think he's from the East Side
It's beautiful, you can get in tune
And seem more alive
On a Central Park morning
Than on a country afternoon
Six-thirty, early autumn
Leaves have fallen
Let ′em sleep
They will keep my secret
I wish there were more
Rainy Sundays
To make up for Saturday night
Cheap wine, cheaper love


Don′t make waking up easy
And this is the day you chose to be gray
New York, I don't know about you
It′s the right place, wrong people
I should've stayed home and went to bed
Friends lead me astray
I should have been here yesterday
New York, I don′t know about you
There's too many dancing partners
Just try and get one alone, lone, lone, lone
But when you make out on the one-way subway
It′s better if you're on your own
Oh, cheap wine, cheaper love
It don't make waking up easy
Yeah, this is the day you chose to be gray
No, I don′t know about you
New York, New York
I wish there were more
Rainier Sundays
To make up for Saturday night