The Only New York Living In The Boy

I probably should've recited this out loud a couple of times first, but here goes...

Our mouse's dance fever cutesying the lovers' pavement,
And you, my friends, deciphering a tricky menu,
I introduced a ridiculous notion I happily now retract:
Paul Simon's most gorgeous song -
I was thinking about the words all wrong;
Instead of being clued in by "Half of the time we're gone, but we don't know where,"
All that weather stuff gave my blinders a red herring gggggggggglare.

I realize now maybe the narrator is Tom,
Half the time here in NY, half the time gone,
He wishes himself adieu, and yet it's the leaving one who's blue,
The guy who gets to stay
Swims and flies in a sea of garfunkel everywhere, every way.