Conor Oberst. Gone, Gone From New York City. Zeneszám

Gone, Gone from New York City,
where you gonna go with a head that empty?
Gone, Gone from New York City,
where you gonna go with a heart that dark?

Down, Down to Mexico City,
caught myself a lady, she'll know how to treat me
Down, Down to Mexico City,
caught myself a lady to lay me down,
lay me down

All my friends want you to know
I'm gonna miss you when I go
But I'll see you down your road
meet me at the station way down low,
way down low

Gone, Gone from New York City
where you gonna go with a head that empty?
Gone, Gone from New York City
where you gonna go with a heart that dark?
where you gonna go with a heart that dark?

Gone, Gone from New York City
where you gonna go with a head that empty?
Gone, Gone from New York City
where you gonna go with a heart that dark?
where you gonna go with a heart that dark?
where you gonna go with a heart that dark?