First time in new york, just seventeen In a motel full of poets, drunks and Queens. I walk the city streets into the Night to see manhattan in the early Morning light. on the corner of a Street they laugh and talk, the young Men watch me coming, block my walk; They see me slow right down - they Know I don't belong. then all at once ... they all break into song.
Compositores: Allan Mark Whalley (PRS), Judith Abbott (Chumbawamba) (PRS), Louise Watts (PRS), Neil Ferguson (Chumbawamba) (PRS)Editor: EMI Consortium Music Publishing Germany Gmbh (GEMA)ECAD verificado obra #6484249 em 12/Abr/2024