[BETSY] There's a house in a Mount Kisco That I saw from the train When I went to my college reunion It was sort of old fashioned A little bit plain But I saw there were swings in the yard. And I looked at that swing set And without any warning I was totally grieving Like a woman in mourning And all that I wanted Was a house in Mount Kisco With a rusty old swing set For our baby to ride Somewhere in New York Winds are blowing Winter's going into spring Everywhere you look Things are growing Anywhere but here Somewhere in New York Atoms splitting Lovers sitting on a swing Strange though it may seem Men committing Anywhere but here And I've been patient We've been dating Five years No complaints from me I've been quiet I've been waiting Knowing like I know my name That you and I are meant to be And somewhere in New York That would matter That would make things crystal clear Any other life we'd be sitting Anywhere but here Look at them, on their way Marching arm and arm Ready for whatever lies in store Look at us, smart as hell Deep in love, doing well Still you've got one foot out the door Don't we deserve Don't I deserve More 'Cuz some days in New York I'm inclined to change my mind And disappear One day in New York You might find You'll look for me And I will be Anywhere but here
