Train rides and freeways out of the citynI'm back where I started, still feeling uglynThis me with my blonde hair, and you in that black dressnYou're wagging your finger and laying in bednnBut I'm lostnLost on 49th streetnTrying to find the villagenTrying to drown myself in pillsnnAnd you took me to Europe, or maybe it was New YorknI slept in a couch, in a beach side apartmentnWhere I longed for my true love, the city I come fromnShe slept in his bed, I could smell him on her clothesnnAs I laynMotionless on cold floorsnShivering and heartbrokenWasting all awaynn(And there'll be some weird bridge here, but I'm just gonna play the verse, cause I don't know what to play)nnI got one chance to get you, get you back, babynI had you back then but I threw you awaynAnd I sang on a dark stage, out to a small crowdnAgain and again, til I packed up my things and drove home