When you chew my ear off,   try and let me know.    You will never get another piece of me.   'cause in a New York blackout,    things go kinda slow and you miss the things you never thought you'd see.      There's still so many things I want to be,    sometimes I just don't even want to sleep.      In a New York blackout, it's so hard to see all the angels that are looking after me.      The lies bounce off the water in your eyes,    and the dead will lift their heads and come alive.    And I may never escape this darkened city, but still I'm trying to find you in this blackout.      Where it's warm inside and always open late,    and the doors to Hell are just like Heaven's gate.    And you never know what's going on inside till you step out in the cold and seal your fate.      And you might just stop in and say hello, but you've got much more important places to go. Make sure you let everybody know.       And I may never enlight this darkened city, but still I'm trying to find you in this blackout.      In a New York blackout, you might think I'm gone, but I'll wake up on the front steps of your door.