Oh how I wish
to be in Times Square
talk to Al Roker in the morning air
To catch a glimpse - of the blurring lights
eat a famous hot dog or even -

But no.
Those few things couldn't hide
that I can never be a New Yorker
The girl that talks to strangers in the street
that talk back
Who isn't afraid to laugh in the store
Who HATES broadway music with every pore
Who everyone would ignore
in New York

If you ever go to New York you must see a musical

I couldn't be one of you, the music
the repetition, the dances, the solos,
Oh no, that would be horror

I couldn't call up a taxi
or ride on the subway
I'd get lost for sure
in the Big Apple

Population: 2,000 to 20,000

The people giving no mind
unwelcome as they pass
walking fast down the sidewalk
trampling my very being

Could you survive?
The noise of the sirens, the taxis, the talk, the slamming of doors
Could you breath through the mass of umbrellas - when it rains?
I would surely die, my country girl heart couldn't take it
Even when I try so hard to make it

I'm not-and will never be a New Yorker