p.2. I Guess the Lord Must Be In New York City/Everybody's Talkin'
Only the echoes
of my mind
People stoppin, starin',
I can't see their faces,
Only the shadows
of their eyes
I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin',
through the pourin' rain
Goin' where the weather suits my clothes
Bankin' off of the northeast winds,
sailin' on a summer breeze,
And skippin' over the ocean like a stone.
Everybody's talkin' at me.
I don't hear a word they're sayin',
Only the echoes
of my mind
I won't let you leave my love be-hind.
No, I won't let you leave.
Wahhh
I won't let you leave