Most of you won’t recall the words to A Heart In New York. But since the day I heard it off a tape deck seated in the back seat of a black 4runner returning from a ski trip in the middle of the night…those words have never left my memory. Twenty years later after that night drive, I stand in an Upper East Side flat watching the flurry of snow build up into what’s to become The North East Storm of 2013. Despite its interference with my flight out of LaGuardia Airport, I can hear the soft guitar picking and the young bright-toned voice melodiously describing this beloved city:

New York, to that tall skyline I come, flyin’ in from London to your door
New York, lookin’ down on Central Park
Where they say you should not wander after dark
New York, like a scene from all those movies
But you’re real enough to me, but there’s a heart
A heart that lives in New York
A heart in New York, a rose on the street
I write my song to that city heartbeat
A heart in New York, love in her eye, an open door at a friend for the night
New York, you got money on your mind
And my words won’t make a dime’s worth a difference, so here’s to you New York