If You're in New York

The open range is like West End Avenue

On a Sunday morning about 2am

And I left late my body was aching

That venom spread from the snake bite gin

And the Canyon river is like Bleeker Street

Danget lies below my feet

So I rode that wave and spent my money

When the good Lord comes he's gonna save us Honey

The prairie winds grew up in Brooklyn

I remember when they pushed me down

They broke into that old candy store

And shook all the bridges on their way out of town

Now the great river it shelters the beast

Never blowing it's way back East

But I will return I'll pay in blood

When the Almighty comes all our suffering will be done

Good Lord! I miss your bones

I even miss the brick and stone

I'm not meant to be so alone

If you're in New York

I'm coming home

The mountain peaks they shine like midtown

They drown out the stars like the midnight sun

But I always got lost in your deep dark valleys

But I found my love at Park and 51.

I followed my fears till the trail ran cold

Now I'm just afraid of getting too old

Next time I'll be by your side

When the devil comes he's gonna pass us by

Good Lord! I miss your bones

I even miss the brick and stone

I'm not meant to be so alone

If you're in New York

I'm coming home

If you're in New York

I'm coming home