Fountains of Wayne Follow

"Is that suppose to be your poker face
Or someone run over by a train?
You're minding your own business,
But you're begging for forgiveness just the same.
And it's running back and forth inside your mind
Just how that town could find you;
Dressed you up.
Paint it on your face.
Now you're leaving New York
For no better place.
Your waking trying not to be
Wrapped around your pillow like a pun.
The night times wrapped around you,
Will be until it drops you on the dawn.
From the C train to the shiny tower,
Kicked around til Happy Hour found you,
Where you can drink that smurk right off your face.
And now you're leaving New York
For no better place.
Use your reflection in a building uptown.
A ghost inside some Madison Avenue display.
Like water under bridges,
You're slowly passing by.
So you sail between the rooftops and the sky.
The bourbon sits inside me.
Right now I'm a puppet in it's sway.
And it may be the whiskey talking,
But the whiskey says 'I miss you' everyday.
So taxi to an all-night party,
Park me in the corner
In an old chair
Sip my drink and stare out into space.
And now you're leaving New York
For no better place.
And now you're leaving New York
For no better place."