fuck you ohio
you're long and i'm tired
and the songs i've been writing
are less than inspired
and the road goes on and on
at least the snow is gone
good morning chicago
the sun's still in bed
and the coffee is just
adding weight to my head
and it's way too cold to think
but i just can't help but think
you number among
the priveleged few
that make sense to me
do i make sense to you?
hello new york
your sky's mighty grey
but i'm happy to see
that i get one more day
and the miles they flew and flew
how many more to you?
wake up toronto
you can't go to sleep
while i sit here alone
in this room and i weep
i want you to come back
please, please come back
cos you number among
the too-precious few
that believe in me
i believe in you
