.
.
.
I don't wanna go
Down to 14th street
In old New York
I'd rather be home
Find it's all the same
Crowded bars and planes
New Amsterdam and tall rich men
.
March is cold
And your girlfriend's coming home
.
But you've got
Friends that are new friends
And friends that are old friends
And friends looking out
.
Got a cheap dress on
With a wrinkled sleeve
My hat and glove
My money please
Oh and March is cold
Feel the burnt black air
I'd rather be home
My president's there
.
When I call, you don't pick up anymore
.
But I've got
Friends that are new friends
And friends that are old friends
And friends looking out
.
When I call, you don't pick up anymore
.
But I've got
Friends that are new friends
And friends that are old friends
And friends looking out
.