[Michael Holman]
I'm....never gonna leave, never gonna leave, never gonna leave...
Foul play once again, looks like a call for the G-Men
Tipping past the crime scene, film noir gangster lean
Gumshoes leave a trace of something bad to the taste
Lapels to L.A
Night shot for day
Breaks the heart to stay
Said I'd never leave anyway
New York is my town
Lower East Side I get down
Jump off to London
I pay the rent
I go home, my money's spent
Friends of Basquiat know the deal
Skip the research and play the field
[Nick Taylor]
What's up?
Yeah
KnowwhatI'msaying?
My man knows what he's doin'
My man knows what he's doin
[Michael Holman]
I said I'd never leave
Or so they say
Windmills turn for yet another day
Creeping up the west-side
Break-night til noon
Morning comes to greet me
Always a little too soon
I'm on my own now
And I'm not proud to say
I have to hold on for just another day
If I can hold on for just another day
Calm, peace and sanity is surely on the way
[Hook: Michael Holman, Nick Taylor]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I almost made it through the week
Tomorrow I'll make time to run
Fugitive in Babylon
Now I lay me down to sleep
I almost made it through the week
Tomorrow I'll make time to run
Fugitive in Babylon