"A Cold New York Morning" lyrics

It's a cold New York morning
I'm waiting in the street
I cooked up a plan for you
And it's time that we meet

I know what I'm about to do
Is wrong
But so it standing by
And looking on
As you play god

Most everyone is kind and decent
That you meet
They can understand
What's motivating me

I know what I'm about to do
Is wrong
But so is standing by and looking on
As you play god

Would it have killed you
To stop and listen
Only one option left
To get your attention
The whole world is going to talk
Without dissension

I know what I'm about to do
Is wrong
But so is standing by
And looking on
As you play god