Responsible (words & music by Freedy Johnston)

She has gone to New York City
That old suitcase hold no funny stories
I packed it once, on her first birthday
Now that wasted shame has grown up with her
The streets are slick with dew and motor oil
A girl walks in and out of the morning sun
A barred window reflects a cloudless sky
No blue reaches those eyes

She has gone to New York City
Through that arch on a summer night
I went there once, on her first birthday
Lay my burning head on the cool stone
It's raining blossoms down in the concrete park
A girl walks in and out of the evening shade
A broken angel weeps through a spraypaint smile
No tears can reach me while

I know I'm now responsible
I know I'm now responsible
But I want somebody to lie
And release me into the past
And I want to know what I knew
For the secret words to tell you that

I know I'm now responsible
I know I'm now responsible
But I want somebody to lie
And to lock me out of the years
And I want my problem again
For the secret words you will not hear

Goodnight, my dear
Goodnight, my cold little one
Has your dream begun?
She has gone to New York City
She has gone to New York City