Busy living, busy dying, what's the trick? Oh, won't somebody please just tell me where my friends are It seems like everyone's been trying not to slip It seems like everyone believes they've got a good heart
She says we gotta get out, gotta get out quick I know a dude who knows a girl who's got a fast car Are we leavin' to a better place than this? It seems I'm constantly just waiting for the good part
So here I am, out in New Amsterdam I'm finding who I am and what I gotta know Yeah, play it cool, I know what they did to you I know what you're going through, you gotta let it go
(Out in New Amsterdam) (Out in New Amsterdam) (Oh my God!) (Out in New Amsterdam)
Stuck in a city where nobody knows my name Oh, won't somebody please just tell me who my friends are I haven't seen you maybe in a couple days Where did you go? Was all of this just for a fresh start?
So many things that I should be So many things that I could one day hope to know Yeah, maybe this is a good thing It's for the best if I could learn to let you go
So here I am, out in New Amsterdam I'm finding who I am and what I gotta know Yeah, play it cool, I know what they did to you I know what you're going through, you gotta let it go
(Out in New Amsterdam) (Out in New Amsterdam) (Oh my God!) (Out in New Amsterdam)
Compositor: Stanley Laurence Michael Stevenson-byrne ECAD: Obra #29339675