So, this is my path
And I'm holding the telephone
Dying to ask
If you're coming over at christmas
Do you think I'll last?
But I keep on talking
And I'm talking too fast

And all this direction guides you on
And I keep on telling you that I'm right at home
When I'm sleeping in new york
I'm sleeping in new york
I'm sleeping in new york

Out on the road
I've got the radio singing to me
We're all paying our way
With our sentimentality
This is your life
And it's passing so carelessly
In two star motels
And late night disharmony

I know this direction guides you on
And I keep on telling you that I'm right at home
When I'm sleeping in new york
I'm sleeping in new york
I'm sleeping in new york