Hey, buddy, can you spare me some change? Me and my lady trying to get back to Detroit They're ripping off the customers and tearing the buildings down The ship seems to be sinking, and everyone's moving out But maybe it's just the way I feel For some have been so kind Maybe it's just that I'm far from home And you, and you and you, been on my mind Faces in the curtains whilst the sirens were screaming Disturbing the dreaming that I had without sleep Hustlers on the block taking every cent I got So it's dollars for the barman to give my mind some ease But maybe it's just the way I feel For some have been so kind Maybe it's just that I'm far from home And you, and you and you, been on my mind Someone has bled an angry slogan on the wall Just across the street from my luxury hotel And the letters are so big that from close up you cannot read them But I'm high up in my room and I can read them very well But maybe it's just the way I feel For some have been so kind Maybe it's just that I'm far from home And you, and you and you, been on my mind Hopalong, the Bowery Boys, and all my cowboy heroes Saturday morning picture memories floating in the air "Give my regards to Broadway," said a grey-faced statue Who was obviously stoned to be standing in that square But maybe it's just the way I feel For some have been so kind Maybe it's just that I'm far from home And you, and you and you, been on my mind