Saw it on the television, heard it on the radio. This in truth, is not
Yet the end. Bus station, it's 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. I'm 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 don't know.
I don't know but it sure sounds good to me. I don't care because I
Still don't know. The way it is, the way it was, the way it's supposed
To be. I don't know but it sure sounds good to me. I heard this city
I heard this city never sleeps, but it's eyes are half-closed.
Not a passerby. Babycry. I suppose, that I'm selfish. Stuck and I
Don't give a fuck. 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 fucking end. I close my eyes and dream of home.
I wish this night would fucking end. I close my eyes and
Dream of home.