Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend, come to see me again
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend, come to see me again
Wake up, you're in Cleveland again
It's a solid line that never ends
I got stories that you'll never believe
And I know it, I wear it, I wear it on my sleeve
There must be something 'bout you that I liked
But right here in this rain, you know it just don't seem right
I always go out, I never hide
But in Cleveland, I should've stayed inside
Justify my love for you
And I know it runs deep through your body too
From the cold blacktop to the hot concrete
In the old tin van, it ain't so sweet
Somewhere in America Through
The city at night
We were far from home
But you know, it's gonna be alright
The unfortunate get preyed on by vultures' eyes
86 cents in these pockets of mine
You can take my money, you can take my time
But you can't take my heart, it's in the city behind