THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS
NEW STRANGERS GARDENS
she calls me back to new york city good old nyc the best times I ever knew in reality now my life has become mostly fantasy and memory I thought I could take it with me but there's no place with the energy that flows in new york city home town, nyc she reminds me of blues and jazz sounds and colors the city has she returns me to where I'm from before I became hard as a rock blind deaf and dumb once upon a time I was not comfortably numb she calls me back with words so pretty my old nyc I lived on a block of strangers like a family funny, living on a block of concrete I dreamed of the country I thought I could take it with me but there's no place with the energy that flows in new york city home town, nyc left the golden spoon behind broke my heart and lost my mind the greener grass was not kind lately more and more I find what I left behind ny state of mind struggling to be free the truth will set us free you can take the child out of the city but you can't take the city out of me and she's calling me back again like a long lost friend good old nyc I was never home wherever I roamed like I was in new york city home town, nyc NYC (Home Town, NYC) inspiration provided by Jen Chapin Ric Candor ©2002  EMAIL
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