[Chorus]. 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 gone?.
I'm just trying to stay a human being. Sitting in the sun eating ice cream. Texting my friend about a bad, bad dream. Just had to tell someone who knows me.
[Chorus]. 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 gone?.
Well death may come invisible. Or in a holy wall of fire. In the breath between the markers. On a black I-80 mile. . from the madness of the governments.