Letras
This city must belong to someone
But it don't belong to me
From the window I got here
I count the traffic through my tears
Wanting to write my ticket, write my ticket home
I got to get back in the arms of the man who loves me
I got to get back to the people who have always been proud of me
Take me back, I was wrong
Write my ticket home
A place called Suzy's, I'm a waitress
Sue says, "Girl, you'll get used to all this."
But there is no way she could see
How much that cold rain gets to me
How much I traded for a picture in my mind
I got to get back in the arms of the man who loves me
I got to get back to the people who have always been proud of me
Take me back, I was wrong
Write my ticket home
I can hear 'em sitting 'round joking
"She talks so proud, come back broken."
Well, I had to try
I ain't so proud
I wish I were talking 'bout nothing with them right now
I got to get back in the arms of the man who loves me
I got to get back to the people who have always been proud of me
Take me back, I was wrong
Write my ticket home