Chattin' in a coffee shop
Sittin' by the windowsill
Walkin' down eighth avenue with you

Our fingers touch in the light
You pull back, blush in delight
Call me when you get back home

Meet me at manhattanhenge
Meet me under columbus circle
I'll be waiting there

I hope you're not ok
I hope you're down in the dumps
I hope you think of me when you're crying to sleep (boohoo)

I hope you find a date
I hope your mom disapproves
I hope you spill your coffee all over your favorite whirte shirt

Whenever you’re ready to see me again