An empty cup of coffee, no cigarettes to smoke
A dirty two room walk-up flat’s a long way my home
This life in New York City ain’t what I thought it would be
Loneliness and desperation are closing in on me
Loneliness and desperation are closing in on me

I lately get to thinking about the things I left back home
That healing country sunshine and a woman singing a song
I turned back to the bottle, I turned back to the pain
And every night I kneel and pray I’d see her face again
Every night I kneel and pray I see her face again

The sign on the highway says it’s thirty miles to go
It’s just as well ten thousand, the streets are rain and snow
Well the rain’s not gonna stop me, I know just where I’m bound
And if you ever look for me you’ll know where I’ll be found
If you ever look for me, you’ll know where I’ll be found

[1] An empty cup of coffee, no cigarettes to smoke
A dirty two room walk-up flat’s a long way my home
This life in New York City ain’t what I thought it would be
[4] Loneliness and desperation are [5] closing in on [1] me
[4] Loneliness and desperation are [5] closing in on [1] me

I lately get to thinking about the things I left back home
That healing country sunshine and a woman singing a song
I turned back to the bottle, I turned back to the pain
And every night I kneel and pray I’d see her face again
Every night I kneel and pray I see her face again

The sign on the highway says it’s thirty miles to go
It’s just as well ten thousand, the streets are rain and snow
Well the rain’s not gonna stop me, I know just where I’m bound
And if you ever look for me you’ll know where I’ll be found
If you ever look for me, you’ll know where I’ll be found