The open range is like West End Avenue
On a Sunday morning about 2am
And I left late my body was aching
That venom spread from the snake bite gin
And the Canyon river is like Bleeker Street
Danget lies below my feet
So I rode that wave and spent my money
When the good Lord comes he's gonna save us Honey
The prairie winds grew up in Brooklyn
I remember when they pushed me down
They broke into that old candy store
And shook all the bridges on their way out of town
Now the great river it shelters the beast
Never blowing it's way back East
But I will return I'll pay in blood
When the Almighty comes all our suffering will be done
Good Lord! I miss your bones
I even miss the brick and stone
I'm not meant to be so alone
If you're in New York
I'm coming home
The mountain peaks they shine like midtown
They drown out the stars like the midnight sun
But I always got lost in your deep dark valleys
But I found my love at Park and 51.
I followed my fears till the trail ran cold
Now I'm just afraid of getting too old
Next time I'll be by your side
When the devil comes he's gonna pass us by
Good Lord! I miss your bones
I even miss the brick and stone
I'm not meant to be so alone
If you're in New York
I'm coming home
If you're in New York
I'm coming home