Passenger - Riding to New York lyrics
[Passenger - Riding to New York lyrics]
Well, I met him in Minnesota
He was dark and overcast
With long, grey hair and eyes that stared
Through me like I was glass
I asked "Where are you going to?" he said
"I'm the wind I'm just blowing through"
He lit up a cigarette and began to talk
Said, "The doctors told me that
My body won't hold me
My lungs are turning black
Been a Lucky Strike's fool since I was at
School and there ain't no turning back
They can't tell me how long I've got
Maybe months but maybe not
So I'm taking this bike and
Riding to New York
Cause, I wanna see my grand
Daughter one last time
Wanna hold her close and feel her
Tiny heartbeat next to mine
Wanna see my son and the man he's become
Tell him I'm sorry for the things I've done
And I'd do it if I had to walk
I'm taking this bike and riding to New York
Through the forests of Wisconsin that
I knew as a boy past the sky line of Chicago
Round the lakes of Illinois
I lay my head in a motel bed where my
Back is sore and my eyes turn red
Listen to the trucks roll past my door
Through the fields of Ohio as
The sunshine paints them gold
I run just like a river runs, rapid
Quick and cold
And fly through Pennsylvania and
The Jersey turnpike tolls
And I won't stop 'till I get to New York
Cause, I wanna see my grand-son one last time
Wanna see his eyes sparkling and
Stare back into mine now my time is shorter
I wanna see my daughter
Tell her I'm sorry for the
Things I taught her
And I'd do it if I had to walk
Oh, I'm taking this bike and
Riding to New York
And I'd go up to the churchyard one last time
Lay flowers down for the woman who gave
Me the best years of my life
And I'd do it if I had to walk
I'd do it if I had to walk
I'm taking this bike and riding to New York"
He was dark and overcast
With long, grey hair and eyes that stared
Through me like I was glass
I asked "Where are you going to?" he said
"I'm the wind I'm just blowing through"
He lit up a cigarette and began to talk
Said, "The doctors told me that
My body won't hold me
My lungs are turning black
Been a Lucky Strike's fool since I was at
School and there ain't no turning back
They can't tell me how long I've got
Maybe months but maybe not
So I'm taking this bike and
Riding to New York
Cause, I wanna see my grand
Daughter one last time
Wanna hold her close and feel her
Tiny heartbeat next to mine
Wanna see my son and the man he's become
Tell him I'm sorry for the things I've done
And I'd do it if I had to walk
I'm taking this bike and riding to New York
Through the forests of Wisconsin that
I knew as a boy past the sky line of Chicago
Round the lakes of Illinois
I lay my head in a motel bed where my
Back is sore and my eyes turn red
Listen to the trucks roll past my door
Through the fields of Ohio as
The sunshine paints them gold
I run just like a river runs, rapid
Quick and cold
And fly through Pennsylvania and
The Jersey turnpike tolls
And I won't stop 'till I get to New York
Cause, I wanna see my grand-son one last time
Wanna see his eyes sparkling and
Stare back into mine now my time is shorter
I wanna see my daughter
Tell her I'm sorry for the
Things I taught her
And I'd do it if I had to walk
Oh, I'm taking this bike and
Riding to New York
And I'd go up to the churchyard one last time
Lay flowers down for the woman who gave
Me the best years of my life
And I'd do it if I had to walk
I'd do it if I had to walk
I'm taking this bike and riding to New York"