You don't find what you're looking for You're missing what you had before You change your mind, I'll be waiting here You just want to come home One day eventually Yeah, I know One day I'll have to let it all go

I'm standing in the rain Getting soaking wet I'm doing my best The good intentions and the pain (Concerto for a rainy day...) I'm waiting all alone I'm so tired I want to go home.

Rudie, Rudie, Rudie, Rudie, Rudie, Rudie can't fail (European home) I went to the place where every white face Is an invitation to robbery And sitting here in my safe European home Don't want to go back there again Rudie come from Jamaica, Rudie can't

But all he ever wanted was her touch But all he ever knew was all that much Of gold like the blue door You lost your way Blew in from the storm He'd been riding for days Came home to find his lover In another man's gaze Now, some kill for whiskey

That's why New York's my home New York's my home, sweet home But it hasn't got There's a rumor going around That some of you good people Want to leave this town But you better consult me before you go 'Cause I've been in all these places

But all he ever wanted was her touch But all he ever knew was all that much Of gold like the blue door You lost your way Blew in from the storm He'd been riding for days Came home to find his lover In another man's gaze Now, some kill for whiskey

Well, well, well, so I can die easy Here they come In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn All I want for you to do is take my body home Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus, gonna make up/out siviers Jesus, gonna make up my dyin' bed Meet me,

You don't need no other lover, we can keep it undercover I want you all to myself And nobody else, yeah You're a sexy machine You're a Hollywood dream And you got me feeling like a homecoming queen Let's drop out of this crowd Somewhere no one's allowed

Look out kid Johnny's in the basement Mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement Thinking about the government The man in the trench coat Badge out, laid off Says he's got a bad cough Wants to get it paid off

You know you dead wrong Up in the club, but you left your man home You couldn't even wait till we got to the bedroom I know it ain't good, but these hoes gon' do what they want, want Fuck em all the time but you know I never wife em, uh Real nigga know