Over The City
United 1-0-9, New York to California Deparyure time,just before dawn
We got up late, cab was waitin' for her on the street,blowin' its horn
Before I made a scene, she hurried out the door
Forgot her favourite jeans, on the bedroom floor
I look into the sky, tears in my eyes
And my baby fly over the city
Her agent got a deal, with a guy from Sacramento
He's waitin', in a limousine To go downtown, show her around
The local stations and magazines
Promise her the moon, promise her the sun
By the time she's home, illusions will be gone Dropped in
Smitty - Joe's, for a drink or two Had a meal, on 7th Avenue
Late at night, when i got back home
Thats when she called, on the telephone
She tell me not to worry, it'll work out fine
She says we need the money, but in the meantime
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