Copyright 2004 R.D. Ellison

I just came back from New York
A failed career in my empty hands!
'n I'm shufflin' down through my hometown
Busted!'s never in a young person's plans
But one day
But one day
But one, oh, fine, sweet happy day
I'll see in Technicolor and perfect clarity
I'll see in Technicolor and perfect clarity

People down here seem strange now
Everyone I meet thinks too much like me!
In the city the fussin' and fightin'
Are signs of that world's possibility
When one day
When one day
When one, oh, fine, sweet happy day
We'll think in Technicolor and perfect clarity
We'll think in Technicolor and perfect clarity

Already I miss the stage life
So dirty and noisy and merciless!
Sittin', gettin' lung cancer with all the crew
Our sins and secrets we'd so cas'lly confess
Thinkin' one day
Some one day
Some one, oh, fine, sweet happy day
We'd live in Technicolor and perfect clarity
We'd live in Technicolor and perfect clarity

But this old small life sure feels good
The Big Aplle ain't big enough for ev'ryone!
And its smog and its subway and it skylines
Never made for a good rock'n'roll song
Maybe one day
One day
One, oh, fine, sweet happy day
I'll dream in Technicolor and perfect clarity
I'll dream in Technicolor and perfect clarity

So here I am back from New York
A failed career in my empty hands!
And I'm shufflin' down through my hometown
Busted!'s never in a young person's plans
Oh! but it sure shoulda been in mine!
New York, New York, I gotta put you behind
And one day
And one day
And one, oh, fine, sweet happy day
I'll see in Technicolor and perfect clarity
I'll see in Technicolor and perfect clarity