New York, New York.
San Francisco bay.
I've had to run, from the Phoenix sun,
and escape from LA.

And I had my fill,
just passing through.
You know it isn't very pretty,
what a city with no pity can do.

Come back my friend, my love, my healer.
Now I smoke & drink & sleep all alone.
When you left, you said "I,ll see you later".
But I can't wait, I've got to bring you home.

Hell just ain't no fun, without you!

I've torn Paris down.
Turned Glasgow all around.
Through east & west Berlin.
Checked out the Bangkok Inn.
Watched London Bridge fall down.

And I had my fill,
just passing through.
And no, it isn't very pretty,
what a city with no pity can do.

Bring back my heart, my soal, my reason.
Now I'm hurt and hollow, desperate and cold.
When you left I knew we'd meet again but,
I never thought that it would take this long.

And Hell just ain't no fun, without you!

I keep moveing along.
I'm searching your old haunts.
At night I just can't sleep.
I lay there trying to think.
Where might you have gone?

And I'm so damned tired,
of being cut up and bruised.
You know it isn't very pretty,
what a city with no pity can do.

Come back my friend, my love, my healer.
I've been chaseing you for far to long.
Every time I think I might have found you.
I've come to find out that, you've been long gone.

But hell just ain't no fun, without you!