Never Make It Home
An ode to New York City, as well as to the hometowns from which many a New Yorker moved, Never Make It Home is melancholy, but hopeful, song about the trade-offs between leaving and staying.
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In den Warenkorb
Wunschliste
I don’t know
If I’m ready for the city
But the city isn’t ready for me
I packed a couple bags
Of Minnesota manners
And now I’m gonna teach ‘em to the street
New York’s got its own way
But I can’t run, I’ve gotta stay
And everybody knows what Frank Sinatra said
But it’s just as hard to make it any place
(Chorus)
Ohhhhhhhh, No
I might never make it home
But what if I can take it with me?
(End Chorus)
When the subway comes
It sounds like a demon
Brakes screaming like they’re gonna bust
And I fly through the tunnels
In the guts of a city that inhaled me
Like a speck of dust
Standing in the lights of Times Square
A pleasant sense of danger in the air
I tell ‘em back home about the people that I meet
But they say it’s a jungle out there
(Chorus)
Staring out the window
Of my seventh floor apartment
I can hear the late-night patter on the street
The city keeps beating
Like an artist’s restless heart--I guess it’s true
It never goes to sleep
Off of Battery Park
There’s a woman thinking she’s a landmark
She’s carrying a torch for liberty and light
But she’s all alone standing in the dark
(Chorus)
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