I was learning how to fly
when I left Bolliger City.
Like summer, I was headed for fall.
And the bitter taste of truth
is really hard to swallow
So cold and tired and broke,
I can't even pay attention
And this loneliness ain't
fittin' to warn you where
Lord it hurts me now to miss you
Hear the Salvation Army band a -playin'
but the answers I don't know
And the silent bell of truth for me
will soon be dead and ringing
through this cold and lonely
Lord, these New York City sidewalks
Yes, the right way was the
if just one friend could hear me callin' to him
I wish I could afford to make the call
Hear the Salvation Army band a -playin'
but the answers I don't know
But the silent bell of proof for me
will soon be dead and ringing
Through this cold and lonely