New York was cold when I got here from Boston
With the snow coming down on Seventh Street
I had come to make something out of myself
And all the lights were within my reach
Me and Alan, we went walking through the canyons
With the critics and the flashbulbs on our heels
And in time I became the canvas
When I got dressed I wore their eyes
I lived in silver I wrote the headlines
I lived my life and paid the price
But when all of this is over I'll leave only good wishes behind
Now space and time can do a number on a body
And our eyes see their share of good and bad
I know that life has not always been my lover
But I love it still the same for what it is
I lived in silver I wrote the headlines
I lived my life and paid the price
But when all of this is over I'll leave only good wishes behind
And when all of this is over I'll leave only good wishes behind
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