Standing Down In New York Town

Hey, buddy, can you spare me some change?

Me and my lady trying to get back to Detroit

They're ripping off the customers and

Tearing the buildings down

The ship seems to be sinking

And everyone's moving out

But maybe it's just the way I feel

For some have been so kind

Maybe it's just that I'm far from home

And you, and you and you, been on my mind

Faces in the curtains whilst

The sirens were screaming

Disturbing the dreaming that I

Had without sleep

Hustlers on the block taking

Every cent I've got

So it's dollars for the barmen that

Give my mind some ease

But maybe it's just the way I feel

For some have been so kind

Maybe it's just that I'm far from home

And you, and you and you, been on my mind

Someone has bled an angry slogan on the wall

Just across the street from my luxury hotel

And the letters are so big that from

Close up you cannot read them

But I'm high up in my room and

I can read them very well

But maybe it's just the way I feel

For some have been so kind

Maybe it's just that I'm far from home

And you, and you and you, been on my mind

Hopalong, the Bowery Boys

And all my cowboy heroes

Saturday morning picture memories floating

In the air "Give my regards to Broadway

" said a grey-faced statue

Who was obviously stoned to be

Standing in that square

But maybe it's just the way I feel

For some have been so kind

Maybe it's just that I'm far from home

And you, and you and you, been on my mind