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
I look into the sky,
tears in my eyes And my baby fly over the city
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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