God, it’s gorgeous in the city And what’s my home’s like now? In a room where we share a pillow And lights in the windowsill And you let me lay my burdens down
Here take my bed Lay your head on my lap again Let me sing to your soul Cause where you go is where I’ll be home
Have I seen you in my audience? Have I passed you in my car? When I open my lips to sing Like an air closing back to me And I let you lay your burdens down
Here take my bed Lay your head on my lap again Let me sing to your soul Cause where you go, you go
This second story’s lonely Only the headlights hear me harmonizing with the sirens I want you to read me like my diary, don’t even know your name My home
God, it’s gorgeous in the city And what’s my home’s like now?