@migu music@

Hey, buddy, can you spare me some change?

Me and my lady trying to get back to Detroit

They're ripping off the customers and tearing the buildings down.

The ship seems to be sinking, and everyone's moving out.

But maybe it's just the way I feel

For some have been so kind

Maybe it's just that I'm far from home

And you, and you and you, been on my mind.

Faces in the curtains whilst the sirens were screaming

Disturbing the dreaming that I had without sleep

Hustlers on the block taking every cent I got

So it's dollars for the barman to give my mind some ease.

But maybe it's just the way I feel

For some have been so kind

Maybe it's just that I'm far from home

And you, and you and you, been on my mind.

Someone has bled an angry slogan on the wall

Just across the street from my luxury hotel

And the letters are so big that from close up you cannot read them

But I'm high up in my room and I can read them very well.

But maybe it's just the way I feel

For some have been so kind

Maybe it's just that I'm far from home

And you, and you and you, been on my mind.

Hopalong, the Bowery Boys, and all my cowboy heroes

Saturday morning picture memories floating in the air

"Give my regards to Broadway," said a grey-faced statue

Who was obviously stoned to be standing in that square.

But maybe it's just the way I feel

For some have been so kind

Maybe it's just that I'm far from home

And you, and you and you, been on my mind.