Wild Geese

The wild geese are calling there's a hard rain falling
There's a cold wind blowing me back to you
Winter will soon be coming this city has me done in
Gonna hit the highway and head on back to you

You were in your mother's kitchen with your eyes of China blue
You asked me to stay I said I gotta see this through
In between all or nothing is a line that's mighty fine
But I swear to you baby I'm coming back for you

It all started so fine ya gotta love the New York in the springtime
I was playing my music even sold some tunes
Living in this city isn't as easy as it sounds
For every one to pull you up there's three to cut you down

I did my best baby it wasn't quite enough
I fought the good fight but it got too rough
Blind faith and good intentions aren't enough to see you through
It takes a mean streak and more than a dollar or two

The wild geese are calling the sun is trying to shine
I'm standing on this highway my thumb out in the wind
Just a thousand miles to go until I put my arms around you
There's a semi slowing down I think he's pulling in
That trucker is slowing down and I think he's pulling in