You’re not the first one
Who’s come here from behind
In this city called New York City
That’s been the one
To try to make it on
Salts of Em
It’s all right
You know how it goes for me,
So this time I won’t lose my temper.
I’m sorry about the past.
I just want you to know, that I’ll be alright.
Is There A City Too Far?
Get your bag, get your bag,
get off my train
Get your arms, get your arms,
get off my train
Anywhere anyone can go to,
just get off my train
Elegant Measly
There I am in my own mind of my own (oh the beautiful me as I am)
There I am in the midst of my own (oh the beautiful me as I am)