drivin’ down the 1-way, (I) jockey with the taxis,
tryin’ to miss the manhole covers, but there’s way too many,
+++ there’s a long white limo pullin’ up behind me
+++ as I pass the ice rink they built in 1923..

I think I’ll write a love song for everybody I meet,
I’ll let it turn turn out all wrong like a skipping heartbeat
+++ must’ve been a big deal, all the kids and families,
+++ when they first went skating back in 1923
+++++ somethin’ ‘bout a new place, kick you out of your mold
+++++ puttin’ on a new face, bundle up when it gets cold…

it’s really hard to park, the limo driver’s worse off, but
this city’s streets run so square you really can’t get too lost,
+++ now it’s been a lifetime since the ice rink opened,
+++ makes me think of my time, and how it just keeps goin’
+++++ somethin’ ‘bout a new place to kick you out of your mold
+++++ puttin’ on a new face, bundle up when it gets cold
+++++ we’ll gather all the stories to kick around when we get old…

yeah, it’s been a long time, since the ice rink opened,
now the limo cruises by me, and it just keeps goin’,
+++++ somethin’ ‘bout a new place could kick you outta your head,
+++++ puttin’ on a new face, I’m dreamin’ of a warm bed
+++++ we’ll gather all the stories, and tell them indiscreetly,
+++++ then we’ll throw a party, like it was 1920, like it was 1923…