East-Facing Window

We meet at the airport, take the A to the city
I’m a little bit nervous, as anyone would be
The view of the statue from the morning ferry
And the east-facing window woke us too early
In Grand Central Station, you asked me a question
That no one ever thought to ask before
You said, «what did you come here for?»
My arm in your jacket, your hand in my vest
There’s no city bird here who could build such a nest
And I had these ideas that were far-flung at best
And a bit premature, still, so they stayed on my chest
Let’s hang up our artwork in a borrowed apartment
Find new occupations, pretend we belong here
I mean, all our friends have done it
(And it’s not like they’re geniuses or anything)
So how hard could it be? You seem pretty clever to me
But Grand Central Station gave me a reason to pause
So I told you that I came here just because