I’m telling it from the very start
Big cars and lonely hearts
This snowfall is helping me
Build up this dream.
Chilly, young florist on the street
Mothers under cherry trees
I always see her
In this scene
I’m waiting for a call from NY
Want to walk on that streets
Where she walks
Raise the roof beam
As high as you can
A foolish men is dreaming there
Until he’s getting this call
From New York
Sad, old pictures in her mind
Are flying away and getting light
She can feel the spring can’t shine
Just on a postcard
She’s always afraid when it gets dark
Snowflakes are dancing in the park
This former world became
A temple in her soul
I’m waiting for a call from NY
Want to walk on that streets
Where she walks
Raise the roof beam
As high as you can
A foolish men is dreaming there
Until he’s getting this call
From New York