This city lights and all the streetsNever really knew meI thought that I was all aloneSinking and swimming on my ownAnd I hope to see your faceAnd I hope you stay the sameThe clock is tickingAnd I really got the thinkingThat I had to leave my placeThat I call my ownThe night's been pretty sickAnd I really got the thinkingThat I had to leave my homeAway from homeMy bags are backI'm about to leaveIt feels heavier than it used to beWith all of thisThe words laughed and saidWith all the things that made me who I amAnd I hope to see you soonOn a sunny Sunday afternoonThe clock is tickingAnd I really got the thinkingThat I had to leave my placeThat I call mineThe night's been pretty sickAnd I really got the thinkingThat I had to leave my homeAway from home