When the world is so big there is always some place that you’d rather benSome good things are here but I’m sure it could always get betternThere’s a pull you could only ignore for a little whilenAnd everything’s empty within and withoutnnIt’s hunger that’ll bring you homennA girl on her stoop taps her foot and tires her eyesnShe’s been waiting for the boy who was gone before he even leftnNow hes tired life out and fell in with robbers and debt and doubtnAnd everything’s empty within, and withoutnnChorusnnWhy is there always some place you’d rather be, talk to me, talk to mennUsed to be the talk of the town but now he’s brought you downnDrawing rooms, bar rooms and bedrooms made money from younThen you get quiet and no one you know wants to know younWhen everything’s empty within and withoutnnChorus