So, this is my path And I'm holding the telephone Dying to ask If you're coming over at christmas Do you think I'll last? But I keep on talking And I'm talking too fast
And all this direction guides you on And I keep on telling you that I'm right at home When I'm sleeping in new york I'm sleeping in new york I'm sleeping in new york
Out on the road I've got the radio singing to me We're all paying our way With our sentimentality This is your life And it's passing so carelessly In two star motels And late night disharmony
I know this direction guides you on And I keep on telling you that I'm right at home When I'm sleeping in new york I'm sleeping in new york I'm sleeping in new york
