New York Minute

This week’s song o’ the week is something related to the current mood kind of thing again. Most people always forget how precious the things (time, other people, etc.) they have until they realize that they’re on the edge of losing. I happened to come across this Eagles’ song which, as Don Henley puts it, is about appreciating what you have .

‘The Eagles are known for they “storytelling” style of song writing. One of their most popular is “Hotel California”. But for today it’s the New York Minute .

** New York Minute ** Words Don Henley Band The Eagles

Harry got up Dressed all in black Went down to the station And he never came back They found his clothing Scattered somewhere down the track And he won’t be down on Wall Street in the morning

He had a home The love of a girl But men get lost sometimes As years unfurl One day he crossed some line And he was too much in this world But I guess it doesn’t matter anymore

In a New York minute Everything can change In a New York minute Things can get pretty strange In a New York minute Everything can change In a New York minute

Lying here in the darkness I hear the sirens wail Somebody going to emergency Somebody’s going to jail If you find somebody to love in this world You better hang on tooth and nail The wolf is always at the door

In a New York minute Everything can change In a New York minute Things can get a little strange In a New York minute Everything can change In a New York minute

And in these days When darkness falls early And people rush home To the ones they love You better take a fool’s advice And take care of your own One day they’re here; Next day they’re gone

I pulled my coat around my shoulders And took a walk down through the park The leaves were falling around me The groaning city in the gathering dark On some solitary rock A desperate lover left his mark, “Baby, I’ve changed. Please come back.”

What the head makes cloudy The heart makes very clear The days were so much brighter In the time when she was here But I know there’s somebody somewhere Make these dark clouds disappear Until that day, I have to believe I believe, I believe

In a New York minute Everything can change In a New York minute You can get out of the rain In a New York minute Everything can change In a New York minute