Posted on January 6, 2015 at 5:34 pm

Anywhere But Here

BETSY
There’s a house in Mount Kisco
that I saw from the train
when I went to my college reunion.
It was sort of old-fashioned
and 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 quite,
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 matte,r
that would make things crystal clear.
Any other life,
we’d be sitting anywhere but here.

Look at them, on their way,
Marching arm in arm,
ready for whatever lies in store.
Look at us, start 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?

‘Cause 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.