Standard (EADGBE)

I’d rather be stuck in some dark hollow

Where the sun refuses to shine

Then to be here alone, knowing that you’re gone

It would cause me to lose my mind

Chorus

So blow your whistle freight train

Carrying me far on down the track

I’m going away I’m leaving today

I’m going and I ain’t coming back

I’d rather be stuck in some dark hollow

Where the sun refuses to shine

Than to be stuck in New York City

In a small room with you on my mind.

Repeat Chorus