Your song, have a tune, you know,
Ain't there some place left
You've been on the highway
and they're all your friends
They give you rides, meals, hires, money,
Now you're walking round,
Lining up on Friday for a
and you don't want to be alone
that no one answers on the road
Oh, letting lovers out, wish I was you
Bright lights, splatter, screech,
can you help a fella out?
Anywhere the vampires are,
All night machine looking for
And they're on the road in New York
Long black limousine, Katharine DeNugget
Put your hand on the window
Bag lady peeking in a store doorway
This time the cop's got nothing to say
Yes, she's on the road in New
Asshole tourist, struggle with the chicks
Breaks his big beer bottle on a bridge
after blowing all his cash
Says the trouble in New York
is there's too much trash
Yeah, she's on the road in New York town
And there was one in Georgia
but this is New York again
Nobody can hold you in the States
You're in, you're on the road
Yeah, you got a warm bed,
And there's bars on the window
Some guys are already there,
you can stare at the pier
You've been going to the river
It's the only thing that'll
and it's a quarter past four
Good night shows over, over,
You've sung every tune you know
Ain't there some place left you