This city must belong to someone, But it don't belong to me. From the window I got here, I count the traffic through my tears, Wanting to write my ticket, write my ticket home. I got to get back in the arms of a man who loves me, I got to get back to the people who have always been proud of me. Take me back, I was wrong. Write my ticket home. Place called Suzy's, I'm a waitress. Sue says, "Girl, you'll get used to all this." There is no way she could see How much that cold rain gets to me, How much I traded for a picture in my mind. I got to get back in the arms of a man who loves me. I got to get back to the people who have always been proud of me. Take me back, I was wrong. Write my ticket home. I can hear 'em sitting 'round joking. "She talks so big though she come back broken." Well I had to try. I ain't so proud. I wish I were talking 'bout nothing with them right now. I got to get back in the arms of a man who loves me. I got to get back to the people who have always been proud of me. Take me back, I was wrong. Write my ticket, Write my ticket, Write my ticket home.