I was learning how to fly
when I left Bolliger City.
Like summer, I was headed for fall.
An d the bitter taste of truth
is really 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 this loneliness ain't
fittin' to warn you where
And home is just a word,
Lord it hurts me now to miss you
I've gone too far to get
back there from here
Hear the Salvation Army band a -playin'
I hear questions,
but the answers I don't know
And the silent bell of truth for me
will soon be dead and ringing
through this cold and lonely
New York City snow.
Lord, these New York City sidewalks
sure did fool me
Yes, the right way was the
wrong way after all
Lord, I'd sell my soul
if just one friend could hear me callin' to him
I wish I could afford to make the call
Hear the Salvation Army band a -playin'
I hear questions,
but the answers I don't know
But the silent bell of proof for me
will soon be dead and ringing
Through this cold and lonely
New York City snow
You