Old manbus stopfifty-cents fare Eyes caught staringhes glaringlook elsewhere Brown leather shoes down there Cobblestones and footwear
Brown hair girl facebright eyes You think...kisslustI love you She wont acknowledge you But she flips her hair on cue All the kids in school
Am I home? Am I home? Am I home? Am I home?
If I had the quarters Id run to Store 24 Call you on the telephone, say Im not lonesome anymore The citys got lots of people, so Im fine, yes Im fine Set to hang my heart out on some two-thousand-mile phone line
You may notice in the subways, in the veins a smiling face Banging on a hollow guitar near an open clean case Pocket change, pocket change Ill take that Visa card stranger And buy my way to sunlight where the airs not cold
Street lightsairthinktime for a ride Hailing Taxi!.voice with a Caribbean inside Pointing to itsmiling wide What questions do they hide?
Am I home? Am I home? Am I home? Am I home?
Pocket full of quarters as I run down to Store 24..Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
