1, 2, 3, 4Boy, you lost your mind on a New York trainBoy, you held on tight to love's restraintsAnd I wonder, oh, why she never cameCross the Hudson Flows through my veinsShe listens to her songs on shuffle to numb the painYeahYeahAnd I wonder, oh, why she can't feel the sameOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oohWhy would IWhy would I ever lie to you?Running out of breath, I had to chooseMy anchor, my honeymoonBut your lie is such a fickle feathered thingAt home I heard you talking in your sleepSaid, let's go back to the HudsonTake a trip back down to the HudsonMy good old MemorandumSaid, let's go back to the HudsonTake a trip back down to the HudsonOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh And I wonder, oh, why she never cameCross the Hudson Fields and shut off all her dreamsOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh And I wonder, oh, why she can't feel the sameThat's good enough.Cool.