Lyrics:
I was learning how to fly when I left Boise CityLike summer I was headin' for the fallNow the bitter taste of truth it's gettin' hard to swallowFor a country boy who thought he knew it allSo cold and tired and broke I can't even pay attentionAnd loneliness ain't fit and warm to wearAnd home is just a word it hurts me now to mentionYes I've gone too far to get back there from hereHear the Salvation Army band a playin' I hear questions but the answers I don't knowThe silence fell the truth for me will soon be dead rainThrough this cold and lonely New York City snowThese old New York City sidewalks sure did thrill meI guess the right way was the wrong way after allLord I'd sell my soul if just one friend could hear me callin' for 'imI wish I could afford to make a callHear the Salvation Army...Through this cold and lonely New York City snow