Lyrics

Two hawks flyin' Above the highway They play so much like us One always circles One always runs away Oh I need your love Oh I need your love Oh I need your love Sittin' in New York City And I just can't believe it's true I find that you've been puttin' me on And I was in love with you I was in love with you, my friend Like all ladies of my kind Now I'm waitin' for you in some strange town With trouble on my mind The wind in New York City Lord it's like nothing you've ever seen It rips through the halls and the concrete canyons Like in a desert cowboy's fever dream It whistles and howls and scratchеs at your window All through your lonely night And you crouch against the wall of your hotel room Afraid to turn out thе light I hear you've been seen in London town And the time that you had was fine You met all the right people, gonna get you somewhere I bet you drank a lot of good vintage wine I don't mind if you've got to climb But I just can't carry the load And stretching out across the desert now I believe I see my road