Two rooms with one view of the Pisa Café A window with a handle that opens both ways On one wall there's a picture of a woman in grey On the other, the nighthawks drink coffee in New York But here, they come out by day

They're dressed up for the cold, though it's only September Goretex and tweed on the back of their chairs There in the corner is a replica tower The smell of the coffee and sweet pannetone You could almost believe you were there

Every day around this time A bottle of wine Finds its way to the table, And into my hand And into my cup The sands are shifting Under the table And the pictures are lifting me up

The sun's coming out in the late afternoon I'll never leave if I don't get out soon With a coat, a scarf and whistling a tune Dainty shoes on my feet, I dance down the street And picture a New York moon

Verse: F, Bb, F, Bb, C7 / F, Bb, F, Bb, C7 / Gm, C7, F, Fmaj7 / Am, C+, C/G, D / F dim7, Gm, C7

Middle: Dm, C, Bb, F (x2)