Dancer from New York

Racey days help me through the hopeless haze
But my, oh, my
Tragic eyes, I can’t even recognize myself
Behind
So if the answer is no
Can I change your mind?
Out again, a siren screams at half-past ten
And you won’t let go
While I ignore, that we both felt like this before
It starts to show
So if I had a chance
Would you let me know?
Why aren’t you shaking?
Step back in time
Graciously taking
Oh, you’re too kind