there's a cold wind blowing on me and the buildings buildings and trees are so lonely come back to see me
i've been joking i've been shooting the breeze i've been looking but always i'm really so lonely come back to see me i won't think a little thing we're only as free as leaving so lonely come back to see my everything
all the old things are still new to me and the buildings this is the city i sleep in come back to see me i won't think of it a thing we're only as free as leaving so lonely come back to see my everything my everything