Saw it on the television, heard it on the radio. This in truth, is not
yet the end. Bus station, itâ²s 4 a.m. Took a taxi to the city.
Matt Ball left. Looking too familiar and I don't know how to feel.
Not a penny in my pocket. Iâ²m a stranger. Wanna get home.
Spare some change, sir? Wanna get back home. Wanna get back
home. 40 miles across the Hudson. Those train tracks. Get back.
Can you smile? Here's another joke. Have you got another smoke?
I'm broke. Sounds good, but I donâ²t know.
CHORUS)
I donâ²t know but it sure sounds good to me. I don't care because I
still donâ²t know. The way it is, the way it was, the way it's supposed
to be. I donâ²t know but it sure sounds good to me. I heard this city
never sleeps.
I heard this city never sleeps, but its eyes are half-closed.
Not a passerby. Babycry. I suppose, that I'm selfish. Stuck and I
donâ²t give a f***. Twenty one. Morning comes. I've heard and
had enough. I have no friends It hurts so much to be alone. I wish
this night would f***ing end. I close my eyes and dream of home.
(CHORUS)
I wish this night would f***ing end. I close my eyes and
dream of home.
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