No Better Place

Fountains Of Wayne · Welcome Interstate Managers [2003]

Is that suppose to be your poker face

Or was someone run over by a train

You're minding your own business

But you're begging for forgiveness just the same

And it's running back and forth inside your mind

Just how that town defined you

Dressed you up, paintet on your face



And now you're leaving New York

For no better place



You're waking trying not to be

Wrapped around your pillow like a prawn

The night times wrapped around you

Will be until it drops you on the dawn

From the C train to the shiny tower

Kicked around til Happy Hour found you

Where you can drink that smurk right off your face



And now you're leaving New York

For no better place



Use your reflection in a building uptown

A ghost inside some Madison Avenue display

Like water under bridges

You're slowly passing by

So you sail between the rooftops and the sky



The bourbon sits inside me

Right now I'm a puppet in its sway

And it may be the whiskey talking

But the whiskey says I miss you everyday

So taxi to an all-night party

Park me in the corner

In an old chair

Sip my drink and stare out into space



And now you're leaving New York

For no better place



And now you're leaving New York

For no better place