I was learning how to fly
When I left Boise City
Like summer I was heading for the fall
Now the bitter taste of truth
It's getting hard to swallow
For a country boy
Who thought he knew it all
So cold and tired and broke
I can't even pay attention
And loneliness ain't fit and warm to wear
And home is just a word
It hurts me now to mention
Yes, I've gone too far
To get back there from here
Hear the Salvation Army band a playing
I hear questions but the answers I don't know
The silence fell the truth for me will soon be dead rain
Through this cold and lonely New York City snow
These old New York City sidewalks
Sure did thrill me
I guess the right way
Was the wrong way after all
Lord, I'd sell my soul
If just one friend could hear me
Calling for him
I wish I could afford to make a call
Hear the Salvation Army band a playing
I hear questions but the answers I don't know
The silence fell the truth for me will soon be dead rain
Through this cold and lonely New York City snow
Through this cold and lonely New York City snow