New York City Snow کے بول

I was learning how to fly when I left Boise City Like summer I was headin' for the fall Now the bitter taste of truth it's gettin' 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 playin' 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 callin' for 'im I wish I could afford to make a call Hear the Salvation Army... Through this cold and lonely New York City snow