I heard the city sing
The night that we met
It hung in the air like the moon
We kissed in the Bowery
And ditched all your friends
To watch the sunrise from your roof
Music saved my life
It lit me like flare guns in the night
Turned all my nightmares into dreams
It was everything
Now it's just the soundtrack to weekends
Days in your bed
While we sleep in and I watch you dress
To the sound of a symphony playing for two
Music used to be everything to me
Now, it's just the soundtrack to you
Drunk at Pagoda waited half the night
To sing "Tiny Dancer" at dawn
There wasn't one person who got the words right
But the whole room sang along
Weekends
Days in your bed
While we sleep in and I watch you dress
To the sound of a symphony playing for two
Music used to be everything to me
Now, it's just the soundtrack to
You and I walking through Chinatown talking
About places that we'll never see
A train to Rockaway, pizza on paper plates
Watching the waves on the beach
Music saved my life
Lit me like flare guns in the night
Turned all my nightmares into dreams
It was everything
Weekends,
Days in your bed
While we sleep in and I watch you dress
To the sound of a symphony playing for two
Music used to be everything to me
Now, it's just the soundtrack to you