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I'm long gone honey babyFar away from my homeWent out to find myselfJust found myself aloneLate night trains don't run the way they're supposed toIt's been months since I've been near anyone I was close toAnd at the end of the line wildflowers grow on the tracksI'd return to the cities of my youthIf I knew that youth would come backI was holed up in my hotel roomWhen I got a telephone callGirl down in the lobbyGirl I didn't know at allIt was her last night in the city And her friends left her behindShe had some thoughts and a bottle of wineCould she can up and talk a while?But lord I know what talking leads to.And at the end of the lineI only had one thoughtWhenever something is freeUsually then you're notSongtexteF-train to Coney Islandthe corridor to my roomYellow wine in summerThe subway's sweet perfumeIt's in the air around my clothes lordIt's in the bookstores you lived aboveSometimes a city is one too manyAnd a thousand ain't enoughAnd at the end of the lineI'm reading to my selfOf all the spring afternoons in barsCould it have been anyone else? Aus Songtexte Mania