Leaving Home Lyrics

East coast trains run slow,

And Edinburgh seems cold,

For eighteen year-old,

Freedom.

But Leith feels like New York,

All the cars and talk,

Moving down the Walk,

All day.

So I'm lying in this hotel,

Hearing sirens and drunken fights,

And I pay cash to the angel,

Guarding me tonight.
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So I'm lying in this hotel,

Hearing sirens and drunken fights,

And I paid cash to the angel,

Guarding me tonight.

Long days on my own,

Cry when I go home,

Have to carry on,

Somehow.

But Leith could be New York,

All the cars and talk,

Moving down the Walk,

All day.