It’s Saturday night And the city never sleeps I got a clean t-shirt and a shot of cologne We’re way too young to be sitting at home on Baby why shouldn't we It’s been a long week

And I don't think on why I'm here where it hurts I'm just lucky to have the work But I thank God for the work When I get home from work Sunday morning I'm too tired to go to church I'll call up all my friends And we'll go bust up something beautiful

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

So, I'm writing' you this letter between rests 'Cause yesterday a bullet found my chest And I don't got the energy to dress myself And I can't walk without help I can't remember why I joined this war And I can't tell you what we're fighting' for I guess

Baby, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go I was counting on forever, now I'll never know It's like I'm looking from a distance, Standing in the background Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now, This can't be happening to me This is just a

And I'll be me Why don't you be you Just let it be So come on, let it go Everything that's broke Leave it to the breeze From walking home and talking loads Seeing shirts in evening clothes with you From nervous touch and getting drunk

So long to the boys in the band Goodbye traveling Goodbye travelling Freight train Why am i , iým arriving late tonight And the world is turning Round and round the sun All the places spinning by and by one by one Coming home, iým on time Been gone such

It's not all my fault again (I can't let go) In spite of you I'm lost again (I still fell down) It's time to show me why I'm fighting The status quo is not a punishment But now it feels like home Let's give all our hands Not again, not another excuse The

It’s Saturday night And the city never sleeps I got a clean t-shirt and a shot of cologne We’re way too young to be sitting at home on Baby why shouldn't we It’s been a long week

Can anyone hear me now? Ghost in the wind calling you to take me home Ghost in the wind crying, "where do I belong?" I know I was stupid to let what we had go to waste Why does everything I love always get taken away? Never meant to lose me Can someone