There's more than this rain! I'm sure you want me for another night, but I can't see the reason [Chorus] Cause I want, I wanna feel it over me The comfort
were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there. Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the New York
ukulele It sounds so good you can?t sit down We?re dancing at the ceili All the boys we loved so well So handsome young and charming They?re in New
there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there In a-laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was home Going home Where the New
I was so lonesome I took some comfort there. CHORUS Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone Going home Where the New York
so lonesome I took some comfort there Lie la lie... Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone Going home Where the New York
I am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jests
when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there. CHORUS Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone Going home Where the New York
comfort you but I do, cuz I need it too I can't depend on you to fear the time limit If you make me feel rushed, It's set C'mon the story is beginning
stories. you have made your point. You have said everything you can about it. lay that old character aside for a minute and allow yourself to make some new
times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone Going home, where the New York City
no doubt I'm New York cities pharaoh, I'll have you starin' Down the barrel, you got 'em good, get 'em it's cool, hit 'em When I come through I'm comfortable
"Transmitting brand new Jumpsteady...." (Jumpsteady) Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Time swifts back upon my bed As the
"Transmitting brand new Jumpsteady...." (Jumpsteady) Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Time swifts back upon my bed As
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told I've squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jest Still